He knew that Dani was pretty much a test-tube baby and had been made from his own DNA and everything. That was old news--but now, he was imagining her actual creation, as a little blob of ectoplasmic goo that was supposed to somehow become a half-ghost teenaged boy. At least, that was how he'd imagined it. The image wasn't particularly pleasing. Shaking his head to get rid of the image, he stopped zoning out and focused on the conversation again.

"He wasn't, alright? He had nothing to do with it! You sent the clones after me, I woke up and you were trying to get more DNA from me, and then I beat you! Plain and simple! And I'm not lying either, the clones did end up escaping!" Not like he expected Vlad to believe him. Vlad never believed him, and Danny couldn't exactly say he cared most of the time. It did come in handy every once in a while when he was stuck in a rut with the older hybrid, but for the most part he couldn't care less.

In a quieter tone, he admitted, "Some of them, at least..." He was too stubborn to say it outright, but his lie had already been exposed anyway.