It doesn't take long for flames to spring up in the old fire pot. With a smile Dorian glances over his shoulder to look at the boy in his new attire. [i]'Very good. He cleaned up well'[/i] He turns back to the task at hand but just as he gets a grip on the now crusty dry clothing cool fingers on his collarbone forces his neck to arch slightly. “You really are an impatient little thing, are you not?” he murmurs. Keeping his neck as still as possible should the boy decide to take another bite out of him he picks up the pile of ragged clothing and places into the fire. The wet feeling of a tongue on his neck makes him roll his eyes but he's saved from having to drive the boy off by him recoiling from the smell of the clothes on fire.

Chuckling lightly he makes sure all the clothes are burning properly before closing the door to the firepot and moving back over to the bed. Taking a seat he picks up his clean shirt and pulls it on. “Yes, it is a rather horrid smell, but I doubt the humans will take much note of it. Their senses are not as good as ours.” Glancing at the window as he buttons up he surveys the fading light and after a moment gives a nod. “Once I am ready, we will head out little one.” Looking back to James he fixed him with his gaze. As he puts on his cravat he gives the boy some brief instructions. “I want you to stay close to me, and do not go after anyone, even if they smell particularly good. The trick to not drawing attention is to pretend to be one of them.”

Pulling on his coat the finishes situating himself, making sure he looks his best before walking over to James. Reaching up he takes hold of the back of the newborns neck, his grip as such to trigger a freezing response in the young vampire. “When you feel this, you will not really have a choice, but I would like for you to remember that this means stop whatever you are doing. Much like a cat, you will have the instinct to not move when gripped here, however there have been newborns that have been able to defy this instinct.” Letting his neck go he instead curls an arm around his shoulders and give a squeeze. “I will only do it when absolutely imperative that you not move. Trust me in this. I have known some to abuse this control technique, but I am not one of them.” 

Turning back to the bed he picks up the last piece of his outfit, his hair ribbon. Shaking his head lightly so his hair settles he reaches up and pulls it back, leaving his bangs free to frame his face. Once tied into a loose but secure ponytail he lets his hair drop to settle against his back before turning to the youngster waiting to feed. Crossing back over to him he slips his arm back across the boy's shoulders, settling his hand on the collarbone on the opposite side he's standing on. In a low murmur he says, “I will let you lead for now. I wish to observe what attracts you so I can make some assessments. However, do not leave my side. I will let you know when we can feed.” With that he moves together with James to the door, slipping together out into the hall with Dorian closing the door softly behind them.