He felt like he was getting backed into a corner now. Daryl had meant the statement to be a dismissal but the man was just pushing at it. Wasting time with stupid shit. Not that Daryl didn't have the time now with his prey having gone to ground. And it wasn't like he'd been annoyed at the waste when they started talking. But it was getting to the point of being uncomfortable. What did it matter what he thought of Jean-Claude anyway?

Daryl pushed off the wall with a frown and started towards the nearest fire escape, "I don't think shit about you."