Dante sat in one of the chairs as his mind began to wander. He thought about the party and all the possible ways it'd go down...one possibility was he got burned and that wasn't a fun thing to visualize. He thought about the syringe and what he would need it for. His thoughts of it shifted towards his vampirism and later to hunger. His hunger finally started to set in but he managed to suppress thoughts of it. If he were to feed now then it'd possibly creep out the others. This brought to mind his transformations, would now be a good time to show the others? This was the night for everyone to show off what they could do but he feared if he revealed this side of him it might make everyone a little uneasy around him later.