Dorian raises an eyebrow when the youth does not go for the easy meal inside the home and instead begins stalking the bumbling drunkards. [i]'It is almost as if the prey inside is too easy a catch. He wants to have some challenge in capturing his meal'[/i] Silent as could be he follows behind James and takes his cues from both the young vampire, and the men up ahead. Every once in a long while Dorian has stalked like this, seeking out his meals through stealth rather than his patented charm. [i]'It is fun, and a bit thrilling, when the quarry is good. However these. . .'[/i]

He does not imagine they will taste all that pleasant, all that mead tainting their blood, however ha has known vampires that prefer their prey to be sotted. [i]I prefer fresh and around James' visual age. When I can get it'[/i] he muses, preparing to strike. When at last the youth lashes out, grabbing and dragging the man off like a leopard with a kill he makes his own move swiftly before the other can raise the alarm. Sinking his fangs in he injects something to keep him quiet before following James into the shadows.

Before he can start eating however he warns the newborn one last time. “Do not kill him.” Then with a sigh he sinks his own fangs into his less than stellar prize and drinks only as much as he needs, not a drop more, before propping him up against a dirty barrel and turning to watch the little one carefully. His tongue comes out in distaste, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. [i]'Well, I am fed, so I shall not complain. I will have to ask him when he is finished about his taste in humans. . .'[/i]