James whines in anticipation looking forward to the hunt that Dorian is promising him. He is hungry and being so young he has little patients for waiting around and drawing out the hunt. He shifts restelessly as he waits for Dorian to finish dressing. He is vibrating with excitment as the elder approaches, but then without warning Dorian grips his neck and he freezes against his will. Whining he listens to the explanation and can not help but feel cheated by this weakness, Dorian can stop him without really needing to try. James pouts at Dorian as he lets go.The younger vampire leans in when the grip shifts to his shoulder and he is assured the paralysing hold will only be used when absolutely needed.

Once Dorian is ready to go James listens carefully to the instructions he is given before they leave the om. Being told that he can not feed yet is an irritation, he does not understand why Dorian wants to observe what he likes to eat or why he gets to determine what they do eat. Never the less the young vampire presses to Dorian's side as they walk together.

Outside the inn the lamps are illuminating the street and people are still wondering about their business. The crash of waves can he heard in the distance and te soft chatter of the humans creates a sft ambiance around them. The air smells of salt and sweat, James is not used to hunting so early in the evening when there are still people about. The young vampire sniffs subtly searcing for a scent that he likes. Following his nose they weave through the town, walking its entire length before he find his target. A young man no older than twenty is lighting the lanterns around the town.

"Him," James hisses in Dorian's ear. "I want him,I can already taste him." He is vibrating with anticipation.