The initial response that comes to mind is actually an agreement, for once. Only he's agreeing that he's acting like he's better because, well, he is. Isn't he? Purebloods are descended from magic, in a society built on it it's only natural that they'd have the upperhand on those with non-magical backgrounds. It's only natural that there would be inferior and superior people within society, and Murdoc thinks it's fairly generous of him to have looked beyond that to date Dirk.
Not that he'd ever actually sat down and thought about it like that, because he'd never considered going so far as to marry Dirk. He's been married once, his mother acted like his wife dying was a failure on his part, he had no intention of going through it again.
"No. I hadn't forgotten. You make it so damn obvious, I.." He trails off, dropping his hands to clench his fists and frown as Dirk turns away from him. He doesn't know how to finish that sentence. He doesn't know what the end of it actually is.
He doesn't finish the sentence, he just meets Dirk's shades with his own eyes, getting annoyed that he's only looking at his reflection.
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Not that he'd ever actually sat down and thought about it like that, because he'd never considered going so far as to marry Dirk. He's been married once, his mother acted like his wife dying was a failure on his part, he had no intention of going through it again.
"No. I hadn't forgotten. You make it so damn obvious, I.." He trails off, dropping his hands to clench his fists and frown as Dirk turns away from him. He doesn't know how to finish that sentence. He doesn't know what the end of it actually is.
He doesn't finish the sentence, he just meets Dirk's shades with his own eyes, getting annoyed that he's only looking at his reflection.
"Was that really necessary?"