Daniel watched her go with a slight shake of his head. Well, there was one friend of Holly's he wouldn't be getting to know. He looked at Holly and lifted his shoulders. "I can hang out with all kinds," he said, and it was true. If Echo was a trip to be around, he wouldn't care if she was an alien, not now, not when he was sans pulse.

"But I'm not gonna waste time on a girl who's only polite because you're sitting here," he said. Daniel reached back to scratch his neck. "You want to talk about me like I'm not here? Fuck that." He wouldn't take that from his sire; he wasn't going to take it from a werewolf with the personality of a wet mop.

The ironic part was that the only person with a closed mind and a superiority complex was Echo, and she was the one who left feeling victimized.

"So. Got any friends who aren't gonna hate me on sight?"