James looked up at Dorian as he approached with the other man. His carnal instincts were in play now and he growled at Dorian as a warning to stay away from him and his meal. He dragged his meal back a little further away from the older vampire as if not completely trusting him not to take his food from him. After spending his first months of life alone in that forest fending for himself James was still wild in many aspects. 

At least he did not drink the man until he was dead. Once he was satisfied he carelessly tossed the thief aside and began to pace the alley way turning to Dorian. He could still smell the blood of the victim of the thieves and the goods they had stolen were scattered along the road. "Should we go before anyone comes and sees the stolen goods?" James doubted Dorian wanted to deal with the authorities should they come and see them near two bodies and a stack of stolen items. Personally James would not mind a massacre. His young blood was hot and he was still very much wild, even if he was bonding to his surrogate Sire, it seemed etiquette and control could not so easily be passed on.