James stays up high in the tree looking down at the man as he explains not only himself but also James' urges and instincts. The assurance that no harm will come to him should he choose to come down does little to ease his feelings of mistrust. Licking his lips the young vampire is pensive as he weighs up his options, something tells him that if he stays up in the tree the other man could just as easily follow him and retrieve him. Slowly James climbs down to the next branch, almost within the other vampire's easy reach. "You smell of blood," he whispers as he looked closely at the man. Without warning he jumps down in front of the stranger, straightening up he leans in close and sniffs at the other's skin. 

Another instinct kicks in and he sinks his fangs into the stranger's neck, like a Childe would do to their own Sire. He begins to drink the vampire's blood feeling it course through him, giving him strength. Hands desperately grip onto the other's upper arms as he laps the blood into his mouth moving his jaw to stimulate the blood flow. There is no better taste in the young one's mind as he hungrily feeds, better than any human he ever tasted. After having his fill he pulls back, his lips are stained red and he begins to lick them clean. Blue eyes now lock onto the older vampire. "What happens now?" He asks as he leans in to lick away the blood oozing from the wound.