"I wouldn't call you a mangy dog...more of a..." He examined her closely, watching her eyes flicker across the room, focusing on different people and different vampires. He had paused his sentence for a moment, but resumed within a few seconds. "A kitten. A little kitten with claws." His smile grew. She would hate that, he knew it. He only wanted to see how far she went with sharp, bitter remarks.
Keiran's gaze wandered down to her hands. One of them was busy, rubbing a small spot on her wrist. The action only reminded him of why he was talking to her in the first place. To find some Spark to come along with him, and give him blood for the rest of his life. Or how ever long the Spark lasted for. And he didn't want some little...boring Spark going along with him. He felt her burning eyes on him again. Keiran looked up at her, letting the cross necklace he had been playing with drop from his grip, back onto his chest, and then, without warning, reached for her wrist. He snatched it without mercy, not caring if it hurt her a little bit or not. But instead of brining his sharp teeth to her exposed skin, he turned over her hand, his grip now a bit more gentle. With his free hand, he pointed to the scars on her skin.
"Are these from you trying to speak a rebellious word or two?" His smirk faded, and for a moment, it seemed like he might have genuinely cared for her, but it was just a ruse. He really didn't give a crap, he just wanted her distracted. He wanted her words, her reaction, to see if she would pull away or not before he made his final decision.