the redhead quirks a brow, sharing a complicit look with the other. hey, if he wishes to lie to himself, that’s alright with Nick. no need to grumble, as endearing as the vampire founds it.
—— if you say so.
he shrugs, slower this time, while taking a drag.
a slight grumble, he didn’t want to be /young/ but, he supposes it’s the black genes, his father never looked his age either, and he’s never met his other one
“okay, i do not look that young” he’s just lying to himself at this point
tall or not, there is something about Leo that screams “ young ” to him. or, perhaps, it’s because this is Regulus’ kid.
yeah, he is still not over that.
he shrugs, doesn’t bother to hide the smirk.
—— you look younger, even.
a huff, he was actually pretty tall for his age, some professors like to assume he’s in eighth year, so it’s surprising someone didn’t for once
“sixteen”
his brows rise comically tall, eyes widening slightly. head tilting, trying to ascertain something.
—— hold on, how old are you? i swear, you kids start earlier each year.
—— yeah, i’ve to be careful with you wolves. it’s easy to spot me, specially amongst the living.
he procures a small box, and a cigarette from within. lights it, puts it in between his lips.
—— i’d offer you one, but i think you are a tad too young for it.