James pressed against Dorian's side gazing up at him even as he was strictly told not to feed on the children despite their appetizing appearance. Mewling softly as he was petted he pouted at the restriction on his feeding. Unlike young children who refused to eat anything new or different young vampires always wanted to taste the new flavour. It was not until they got older that they chose one that they liked. Of course James was still very young and had barely begun to wet his pallet so everything was new and exciting and needed to be tasted. He blinked as Dorian kissed him and realised that he had faded out for the second half of Dorian speaking. Obediently he walked with Dorian and exited the room. 

The older vampire releases James allowing him to choose their path for the night. They pass a few other patrons on their way out but James had enough brains to know that killing and feeding where they intended to sleep come day light was not a good idea. Resisting the urge to go after the children who he could still hear laughing and playing around the corner James moved into a different direction. Like a blood hound he was on the trail of an appealing scent in no time. Despite his usually youthful clumsiness James on the hunt was an efficient predator. He stopped when he found what had drawn him to the scent. Two men were robbing a house, inside the owner was tied up and bleeding. The scent of his blood was strong and appealing to James who now kept to the shadows.