James whines as he is pulled back against Dorian and his hair ruffled, the clean straight hair makes his face look sharper and more refined, it would not take much to dress him up as someone high born. He nuzzles Dorian's throat. "Thirsty." The knock on the door makes him jump and he scrambles back to the bed more than happy to let the other man deal with the humans, it is clear he is still scared of been caught out and killed for the murders in the forest. From the perceived safety of the bed he watches Dorian's exchange with the young maid, all the while thinking of how delicious she looks. The door closes and James throws back the sheets and goes to inspect the clothes. Picking out the smaller clothes meant for him he begins to dress in the middle class attire.

The clothes he has been given are white and blue and do suit him rather well, the dark blue jacket brings out his eyes and as he pulled the boots up over the leggings he becomes the picture of inconspicuous middle class man. He moves over to Dorian his blonde hair falling around his face as he purrs. "Can we feed yet?" His hand grips Dorian's collar and pulls it back to expose his throat. A quick pink tongue flicks out over the pale throat, his senses tell him there isn't as much blood for the older vampire to offer him. James suddenly wrinkles his nose and pulls away. "Burning fabric, not a pleasant smell." He gags turning away.