Name was having a very tense moment.
He hid it as well as he could but he was fighting his discomfort and pain as well as he could. When Aza and Lyx had wandered off he thought nothing of it and went back to his meal. 

But now he could smell it on the air. Blood. Honestly species didn't matter it always had that thin coppery aroma. As Name continued to fight the need to feed in his life the harder it became, and the more aware he was when it was drawn. God dammit he could smell them feeding from inside the inn!

Name was sweating and had a death grip on the table edge, as his fangs slowly pushed through his gums. "It will be fine just need a distraction." Name reassured himself. He ordered a hot pot of coffee to the table and before it had even been on the table for more than a few moments he poured a cup and quickly downed the hot liquid.

He was back to normal. As the coffee scalded his mouth and throat, it dulled his senses and hunger. The old doctor hoped no one noticed his crisis, it had been resolved in the time it took for a pot to make it to the table.

Name was finished eating and was ready for bed. But Autumn looked like she was enjoying herself, so he smiled and grabbed a couple sugar cubes and mixed them in his coffee.