"Not lizards," he corrects lightly, though his tone becomes somewhat defensive as he continues, a mixture of posturing and pride. "And I'm not afraid. I respect my mortality and I'm aware that some things have pointy bits specifically designed to kill me. It's a survival instinct."

He's thinking more of vampires than lizards, but it's not like he can elaborate. It's the reason he left his sister behind, after all. To survive. Without meaning to, the thought immediately sours his mood. Kyle tries to hide it, but there's less enthusiasm to his smile now.

"You about ready?" He asks lightly, gently. He's not really the type to take his dark mood out on someone, especially someone he doesn't know all that well.