"I'm sure you could find something," he grumbles a little. Obviously the kid knows way more than he does about the many establishments a vampire can frequent for a meal. Hell, had he not stumbled on a vampire eating some kid in an alley, Kyle wouldn't even know about the Jolly Roger. In that regard, the kid's being pointedly obstinate. The benefits of being undead, Kyle supposes.

He doesn't give the laugh a second thought, though his eyes find the stake easily enough. A vampire carrying the weapon of his own demise; that's a new one. Kyle looks as confused as he feels and says nothing about wanting to kill the kid, even though every vampire is a tango in the making in the back of his mind.

"Look, I'm not that noble, I just don't like getting hurt. One of my least favorite pastimes, in fact. So if your deal involves walking away, then I'm all for it."