"Don't. Don't even. Just stop right there."

Conrad just ain't in the mood for that. He's not a cute bat. This is shitty, having to be a bat is shitty, this entire thing is shitty.

"And don't think I won't fucking risk it to shift and kick your ass in the sunlight. I'll do it," he mutters, crossing his batty arms. "And no, no it doesn't speak to me."

Oh, yes it does. Fuck, he wants to laugh at it too but he just made a big deal about it being stupid damnit.