Daryl did not need the reminder of how wide and deep those eyes could look. Or how harmless he could appear at any given second. How easily he did even when he was being obviously predatory and... other things. And it wasn't the predatory part of him that set Daryl on edge either. If it was just that, Daryl could deal. He was as much a predator as the next hunter.

And he couldn't peg it as how flippantly Jean-Claude approached treating Daryl like prey. Because plenty of vampires had done that and never set him on edge the way this one did with just a look. Hell, with how he dressed, much less how he talked. It was like the man had only one setting on at all times and it messed with Daryl's instincts like crazy.

"This," he said after a long moment of silence, waving a hand at Jean-Claude as if to encompass all of him, still pacing angrily like he was trapped in a small space and could only see bars all around. "All this shit. The way you talk to me. The way you keep looking at me. The way you were... you were holding me."

With the last statement his volume dropped considerably, to barely audible and there was a clear measure of embarrassment in the way he flushed and his gaze whipped away. Less able to deal with his own reaction to the treatment than he was with the actions themselves.