Varney stared blankly at the grumbling and squirming Belmont man/girl that he had pinned under his feet. His feet were quite literally planted flat on theit chest, his hands on his hips before he slightly bent over, leaning his head closer to the Belmont's.

"For a Blemont, you're a bit of clumsy shit."

Varney said in an empty tone before he snickered. Varney's head tilted to the side, his dark, and seemingly greasy, hair swishing softly. Varney reached a hand down and flicked the Belmont's nose, his lips forming a thin line.

"Make's me wonder if the other one of you Belmont's is just as stupid."

Varney clicked his tongue, exhaling heavily. He seemed oddly amused by the Belmont. Hell, who wouldn't be amused if a Belmont, someone practically bred for killing vampires, slipped in mud mid-battle and fell.

It must have knocked the wind out of them considering they couldn't seem to find the energy to stop him from standing on their chest. Which just made them lose more of their air. In all of Varney's lifetime, he hadn't seen a Belmont fall, comically.