"Wimp?" A scoff escaped Dallas as he sat straight up. He was about to explain, in detail, just who the wimp was here. It definitely wasn't the [i]higher number[/i] that was for sure. Dallas shut his mouth when Flint demanded attention to the rest of them inside. It somewhat annoyed Dallas that he wasn't going to be putting the kid in his place, but at the same time Dallas had no problem letting it go. He wasn't going to be bothered with Jay...For now. He could take care of the kid later. Right now he needed to pay attention to the meeting. 

Though there was one thing that Dallas definitely wasn't in agreement with. 
Everyone here didn't know his tricks and, even if they had, Jay would know none of them. Dallas didn't go around flaunting his power and, the few moments he did, he demonstrated a dangerous capacity for destruction and violence. Even if everyone had a clue as to what he could do, that meant nothing. That didn't mean that they would be able to stop him should he wish to utterly annihilate them. Just because you could see a tornado, know what a tornado is, and collectively, the whole group was aware of what tornadoes were capable of did not mean that you could stop one with your barehands. Such was the difference in a higher number. 

"You have a point, teach," Dallas would say, coming to stand up, "Why don't we have an exercise? No. Better yet, why don't we have an initiation? See if these sewer rats are actually worth bringing in with the rest of the club?"