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The snarl, however angry it had sounded, had resulting in him grinning. For once, he was not irritated by the actions of another, but somewhat amused by the fact that he'd gotten a rise out of her. Though the moment had lived a short life, for the second she'd spoken his smirk had been wiped away and replaced by a glare. "Obviously I exist," was his blunt reply. He'd nearly added on how he was not the only one with crimson eyes, but was quickly reminded of his mother's death and kept his mouth shut. Honestly, he didn't know if there were any others out there, and he sure as hell didn't know how or where to find them if there were.

For perhaps a moment too long, he'd been quiet, eyes like daggers against the stranger's face. "Fine," he'd eventually said, shifting his weight in the process. "If you're a girl, then prove it." Xan hadn't a moment to think prior to challenging her, and knew not what was to be expected in return for his impulsive actions. How something like that could be proved, he didn't know, but was a bit interested to find out.