James automatically presses his head against Dorian's hand as strong fingers run throughis damp matted hair, the older vampire's strong reassuring voice gains his attention immediately and he is surprised when the taller man begins to inspect his wounds, the young one immediately complies with the prompting moving and adjusting as needed. He runs his own fingers tenderly down is torso feeling the healing wounds. "They fought back," he replies simply. "I still ate them in the end." His skin was warm now that he had been standing in front of the fire, the young vampire practically purrs as the fingers run through his hair again. The matted locks are a lost cause which would no doubt have to be cut. The older vampire moves away and James turned back to the fire.

Warm and drythe vampire moves over to Dorian very much a timid creature again, he yawns widely like a cat. Since becoming a vampire he had rested little, young vampires like young everything else they need sleep. Drawn to the older vampire who he is bonding to he, without invitation curls onto his lap. For the first time he feels safe and secure, James rests his face in the crook of Dorian's neck. Fangs slip from his gums and into Dorian's flesh, but he doesn't viciously suck his blood again, instead he just rests with hs fangs imbedded in Dorian's throat. Eyes fluttering closed he begins to fall asleep.