James purrs softly as Dorian's hands stroke him gently. He lowers himself down onto Dorian's chest becoming quieter at the gentle touches. Making a small noise he latches on to Dorian and begins to suckle gently at his neck and drink the offered blood. Like a small child he relaxes against his Sire content as they are. He snuffles and adjusts himself several times before falling asleep still latching onto Dorian. The dirt and hard floor do not bother him in the slightest, he is content so long as he is by Dorian's side. 

Come the late afternoon James rouses. His blonde hair is wild and stuck in every direction. The young vampire rolls smoothly off of Dorian and stretches out like a cat. He manages to get more dirt onto his clothes and through his hair while completing this action. His hair now filled with dirt he looked truly wild once again. Rising from the floor he moves towards the entrance of the cave. Staying in the shade of the rocks he looks out at the forest. He can smell the wolves patrolling the area and wrinkles his nose. Glancing back over his shoulder and into the cave he looks at Dorian wishing the older vampire would wake up. There is still a good hour before the sun is low enough for them to leave and James doubts he has that much patients. Moving back into the safety of the cave he stands against the wall trying to wake Dorian with sheer will power.