"Dror."
I had met plenty assholes in my life, both as a killer and as a child, but there was something about Dror that made stood out. He looked about Alan's age, and was almost as tall as Damon. I couldn't see the color of his eyes well under the low light, but they had a bit of green and blue in them.
He had wrinkles on his cheek that showed he smiled a lot, but there was something about his smile that was unsettling. His hair was tied in a ponytail, and he slowly touched his mustache as he stared at me.
He pointed to the chair opposite him, where Niall sat.
"Sit."
Even though there were empty chairs around him, he wanted me to take Niall's seat. That showed me two things; one, he had no respect for Niall which meant he really was their puppet to take over the West. Two, Dror liked attention. Loved it in fact.
He wanted the attention he deserved from me by making me sit opposite him, probably to intimidate me as well. He had another thing coming if he thought it'd work.
