And embarrassingly, of course, the first thing Tybalt thinks about is how Lydia had told him he looked terrible. Who's wrong now. He'll rub it in later. Anyway. It's a good thing that his mouth is otherwise occupied, or there would be an incredibly unattractive victory smirk crossing his entire face right now. As it is, he lets his arms loop around Eddy's neck, hopefully leaving no doubt.

His tongue is delightfully poked by a fake fang, and he smiles into the kiss. "Vampire." He mumbles, victorious.