Moments after getting his socks and shoes off, Dorian is plagued by a lap full of newborn. He opens his mouth to object but pauses as his neck is once again assaulted by his sharp little fangs, this time on the other side. [i]'Oh, for crying out loud, he is like one of those lazy cats the stable masters use to hunt mice. Always just doing what they feel like, selfishly demanding attention'[/i] With a sigh Dorian pulls the boy's fangs from his neck with a tutting noise. “Now now, we must get to the bath first. I will not share my bed with one so filthy.” Slipping an arm under James's knees he wraps the other around his back before standing, lifting him bridal style. Maneuvering carefully he picks up his socks with his toes and tucks his coat beneath the lump in his arms.

Opening the door carefully he closes it gently behind him. The faint sound of a heartbeat catches his attention and he slowly turns to look down the hall towards the stairs. There at the top of the stairs is a young girl and what looks to be her mother. The faint thumping of another set of feet coming up the stairs snaps his gaze to the large woman from behind the desk carrying up a large bag and cursing loudly. The guests don't move and he voice calls to them, “What's the hold up m'lady, lass?” The questions startles the two and the younger girl moves closer to cling to the woman. Dorian can't suppress a grin as he holds James a little closer.

“Do not respond little one. I can handle this.” He murmurs soothingly as the large woman finally makes the landing.

She looks down the hall and at the sigh of Dorian holding James so comfortably her face contorts ever so slightly in disgust. Still, ever the proper innkeeper she calls out, “Everything alright for you down there, Mister Helvek?”

Dorian nods. “Very well miss, we were just heading to the bath now. My companion is very tired and trying to fall asleep on me. I'll be sure to wash him up good before we climb beneath those nice clean white sheets on that fine bed you have been so kind as to provide for us. Tah.” With that he smiles sweetly at the girl and her mother, their scents having given them away by now, and turns tot he door leading to the bath. Slipping inside he chuckles to himself. “Humans have an odd way of baulking change. What is new, or different, they fight so hard to advance, while something deep inside of them seems to fear the very idea of change.”

Looking around the room he smiles at the slightly old fashioned décor. Rather than the porcelain tubs he has at his own mansion, large wooden ones sit in the middle of the tiled room on either side of a large drain. Making sure the boy is awake enough to stand he sets James down on his feet beside one of the tubs. The water inside is hot, but not too hot, the steam causing the large stain glass windows to fog. As he strips down he calls over to the newborn. “Just shuck off the rest of your clothing and leave them by the tub. I will take them back to the room and burn them later with the rest. If you need help getting into the tub, not that you should, just let me know.” Tilting his head so he can see around the boy he adds, “There is a rack hanging off the tub with soap in it, be sure to use it. I will help you with your hair when I am finished.”

Walking over to one of the clothes hampers he peeks inside to make sure it's empty before pulling off his, partially dry now, clothing and placing it inside. The warmth from the steam clings to his skin and with a smile he makes his way over to the other bub and climbs in. The tub is chest high when standing next to it, and the little set of stairs provided make getting in rather easy. A long sigh finds it's way out of him as he takes a seat on the submerged stool built into the tub itself. Slouching down a bit so the water is up to his chin he lets out a soft hiss ass the hot water lashes at his neck wounds. “Lovely.” he murmurs to himself and with his arms dangling limply at his sides he lets his whole body relax.