James takes note of little as they move through the town, his thoughts and cares are with the scent of food. They arrive at a small inn and while Dorian helps him down from the back of the horse he eyes off the groomsman who smells particularly nice. But of course Dorian won't have any of it and holds the young man tightly to his side before leading him away to the inn. The strict self control that Dorian shows seems strange to James. They are stronger and faster than any human, they could massacre the place before the humans truly comprehended what was occurring around them. Instead Dorian insisted that they blend in and not draw attention to themselves when all James wanted to do was feed.

Dorian's arm kept James by his side as they moved through the inn but he could not prevent him from gazing around in hunger searching for his next meal. Even once they were away from the crowds and in their own room James could still hear them and smell them. "When can we feed?" He asked pressing against Dorian's side and looking out of the window at the children. "What about one of them?" He suggested. "Just a light snack to keep me going." He nipped eagerly at Dorian's collar bone, clearly the boy was restless been surrounded by so many meals when he himself was hungry and not used to abstaining. James would not even understand how Dorian had so much self control so as not to just feed on whatever human came close to him.