Darcy, in those precarious moments, so hardly cared about Harley's presence. The woman no longer represtning one of his Misstress' creatures but rather a simple bystander whom he held no care or concern agianst. The vampiric cowboy, here and now, cared only for that Italian food he had managed to find. The small rock kicked towards him prompted little more than a scowl from the vampire before Darcy returned his attention wholeheartedly to the chicken within the takeout container, the man delicately stabbing piece after piece of that succulent, well seasoned meat. Hmm. Had Italin food always been this good? Maybe he should try it more often. Harley's near cautious approach was nearly entirely ignored, the vampire pausing only briefly to eye the raven-haired woman before continuing with his meal. At least until she questioned his preference for that food. Darcy paused once more, his mismatched gaze eyed that chicken upon his fork, as if such a thing required further consideration, before slipping it between his lips with the insistence Italian food was hardly his faourite so much as he was simply hungry all the time. That hunger, after all, never truly....ceased. Not for him. That gnawing within his stomach and throat was near relentless. This meal, in the very least, seemed to take that edge off even if he was certain he desired something....more. Harley's insistence that she was a nightmare when she was hungry hardly seemed to prompt any true response from the cowboy as Darcy lent further back agianst the wall. The man a veritable picture of comfort. His normally taut, tense frame, for once, seeming to lose its edge. Darcy, for the first time in near his entire existence, so appeared nothing short of utterly and truly relaxed. That sedative within Arlo's venom prompted a decidedly...comfortable state, the sort of which Darcy could never truly remember feeling until now. It was almost nice. Harley's near off-handed comment that she hardly believed he had been charming in life was met with a soft snort and yet the southern cowboy made no effort to retaliate beyond that simple sound as he finished that bite of chicken.

"I reckon I 'ad some southern charm when I was younger."

The vampire shoulders lifted in an easy shrug. Darcy so hardly bothering to debate his supposed charm as his mind seemed to fixate upon that second question the woman posed. Vampires and human food. Darcy's features frowned once more, that near flinch of Harley's figure in readiness of some strike agianst her was entirely missed. Darcy, for once, so merely frowning in contemplation rather than any true disdain. It was rare that anyone asked those questions about his vampire nature. In fact, Darcy was almost sure no one had ever asked him. It was almost as if people were afraid of him for....some reason. Harley's question, however, was answered with veritable ease. The southern vampire taking the time to explain that connection between age and the ability to stomach human food as he did now. Even if it was hardly necessary for his species to eat at all. His voice lacked any hint of threat or disdain. Those words simply and calmly offered. The Southern man was far more focused upon his meal then his Were companion who still seemed almost tense with nervous energy. As if she feared being near him. Darcy poked almost cautiously at his meal then, searching for more of that delicious chicken amongst the pasta and sauce. A distinct grin of pleasure, a truly genuine smile, so managed to find his lips at the discovery of a piece he had missed as Harley contemplated that information- only to query his age. Her estimate of one hundred met with a distinct shake of his head.

"Nah, I'm older den dat. I was born back in eighteen 'orty. Dat makes me....'ell I dun even know, 'old on let me tink. Dat makes me one 'undred an eighty one. I jus 'ad me birthday. I was only twenty four when I became a vampire 'dough so really dat just makes me twenty four fer eternity."

Darcy nodded, the vampire satisfied with his mathematical skills. The southern cowboy so hardly alarmed at how truly old he might appear to his companion. It was Harley's insistence that they should get to know one another better that seemed to coax a vague frown to his features once more. Only for the vampire to insist he already had a girlfriend. A hot one. A really, really hot one. The roll of Harley's eyes, this time, was hardly missed and yet Darcy's own mismatched gaze was merely content to stare at her incredulously as he waited for some explanation for the gesture. Harley demanding to know why he thought she wanted to fuck him. Darcy's own head tilted slightly, the gesture decidedly human and very near boyish. The vampire, for a brief moment, appeared exactly as young as his twenty four years before answering that reply. His words uttered as if he could hardly believe Harley didn't understand her own mistake.

"Where I'm from when a girl says she 'wants ta git ta know ya' it means she wants ya to ask 'er out."

It was, to his mind, decidedly simple. Her words however seemed to prompt an entirely knew thought within the strikingly relaxed vampire.

"Why'd ya call me jaws?"

This, apparently, was very near baffling to the man as Harley's arms folded over her chest and she eased herself down within that alleyway as if it wasn't the most comfortable place in the entire world. He was running out of chicken. Oh, no, there was another piece. Harley's insistence he had it bad was met with a near curious look. Darcy, in that moment, near oblivious to the cautious manner in which the young Were attempted to broach that distinctly dangerous topic. Darcy, after all, was nothing short of protective when it came to that relationship with Risque. The details of which he was loath to share with any other being, much less one of his lovers pets. Tonight however, Harley represented little more than...company. The very kind that hardly seemed to irritate him even as she queried the nature of love and vampires and what way they could possibly combine. Why did she ask such hard questions? Then again, love wasn't really that hard was it? Love was...easy. It was everything that came with it that was hard. That final bite of chicken was swallowed as the southern vampire seemed to contemplate that question. The container of pasta and sauce placed beside him as his arms came to rest casually on his knees in a position so relaxed and neutral he very nearly appeared...human.

"Vampires is kinda like one of yar Were packs. Dares a 'ierarchy. We all know our place. We all fought to get where we was. Im bein' literal. We fight all da time. Like really fight. Yar show weakness in front of another vampire and yar get replaced but dats 'ow a coven stays strong. Dare aint no weak vampire leaders and gender dun mean nothin'. Age is power. If yar been strong enough to live dat damn long den yar deserve all da power. Yar fought for it and yar survived."

Darcy paused near momentarily, his tongue brushing over his fangs in a near idle gesture as he contemplated the sheer...brutality of his species. Survival of the fittest, when it came to vampires, was the only true law of their species.

"It makes sense dough. We can't have children, we can't procreate, cant improve da species dat way- so we cut da weak out ourselves. It takes a damn long time ta find a mate. Yar gotta find someone yar respect, tolerate, willing ta share food wit- all dese tings is 'ard for us. Emotions is....way stronger for us. We feel somethin' and we feel it damn 'ard. Everything is 'eightened all da time. Makes our whole species kinda volatile. When a vampire finds a mate 'dough, da whole game changes. A mated pair is somethin' ya dun mess wit. Day mean everything ta each other. All dat...emotion revolves around each other den. Day kinda become like one being. Like when yar get two 'urriacanes and day become a fucking super storm."

How very pleased he seemed with that analogy in that moment in his efforts to describe the way those anomalies, so volatile,so wild, could combine to form something.....more violent then either was alone.

"Love dough....love exists, it just ain't like day show it in all dem dumb ass movies. Maybe love is like dat for 'umans. Weak and fragile and shitty and vapid and fleeting. It aint like dat for us. Love, for vampires, is knowin exactly 'ow ta destory yar mate completely- and choosing ta never do it."

Darcy paused then, his features frowning in contemplation once more. The vampire was near oblivious to how very much he had shared in that moment before suddenly seeming to spy that pasta and sauce beside him once more.

"Where dat dat come from? I like pasta."

The southern vampire reached for that container then, as if believing he had discovered it for the first time before beginning to twist that pasta around his fork and lifting it to his lips with renewed vigor once more.

"Imma probably marry 'er, I jus ain't gotten to da askin' yet."

Whatever Harley had so been about to ask was abruptly cut off. Darcy suddenly spoke again. His mind so clearly shifting rapidly from one topic to another. That announcement he had made but seconds ago all but lost beneath another thought.

"Do yar ever tink about saloon doors? Like, how did day lock da damn tings at night to keep people out? Sometimes I tink 'bou shit like dat. Also, i'm like really good at math, like....seriously fuckin good."

We are rough men and used to rough ways.