Dylan said nothing, just watched him expectantly and with no small amount of pleasure, despite the fact that he doubted being shot in the head would be fun. Just because he could survive being shot didn't mean it wouldn't hurt, though again, there was something to be said for watching Daniel struggle with it. That made it worth it.

He was all but smirking when the gun finally went off, in fact, and then, obviously, abruptly, the expression disappeared. With little more than a grunt, he fell backwards, the thud as he hit the ground more resounding than the gun going off, somehow, and enough to knock the breath out of him if he'd needed to breath. If he wasn't, for all intents and purposes, dead, if only for a moment.

A beat or two ticked by, the silence that followed absolute, and then all at once, he was sitting up as quickly as he had fallen. He exhaled heavily, through his teeth, his canines fangs now, and reached up to thumb idly at his forehead where the bullet was pushing its way out of his skin. It was an inconvenience, itching as it healed, and nothing more. The look on his face probably said that, too, if Daniel wasn't too distracted by the fact that his eyes were blood-black, now, when he looked up at him.

"See?"