Although he has the eagle eyes to spot a snitch across the field, Tybalt hadn't noticed the fangs until he comes closer. And then, predictably, he's delighted. Eddy doesn't need to say anything with a swagger, Tybalt has the smirk covered. There's so many choices now. Many of them interesting.

Right now, he squints, and dips his head so it's right under Eddy's, looking up. "Pointers." He says, this time not bothering to sound anything less than delighted, "Which is what vampires call them."