Having dealt with Peter, a rather charming and charismatic sociopath, that look sent a cold chill up along Isaac's spine. It didn't make him back down though. Apparently sanity was burned out by whatever the bite caused.

"Yeah I'm sure the others would tell me I'm a fool," he admitted, but he smiled at the compliment such as it was. Praise had a way of getting to Isaac above all else.

"Oh, yeah, you probably could. I could try and defend myself. A mess would be had and then my pack would come looking for you and you'd maybe bring your friends into it and suddenly we have a bad Syfy movie type war going on," he said, trying to sound nonchalant though his heart was pounding in his ears. Yep, this guy definitely reminded him of Peter in some ways.

The proclamation shouldn't have been surprising. In a way it wasn't. Isaac still growled slightly, though not at Garrett as he cursed under his breath.

"Knew there was more shit he was keeping from us," he muttered, eyes narrowing. Anger welled up within him, though not at the man before him. "So, rude to ask how old you are," he asked, trying to keep that emotion from his voice though he failed rather miserably.