Daryl stilled, shoulders hunched. His eyes flicked over and away from Jean-Claude from behind his heavy curtain of wild and messy bangs. Like it could hide him from what felt like such a prying stare.

His first urge was to scoff and say "stop'". So he did. But it came out a lot less sure than he wanted it to be. Like he wasn't as confident Jean-Claude was just messing with him as he should be. It wasn't like they were friends and he was getting teased the way Natasha did with him. But he also couldn't be sure he was only being made fun of here. The way he should be. No one actually meant anything like that. Not about him. And yet... The vampire sounded sincere.

Which was beyond weird.