James moves like a predator but before they get too close to the girl, Dorian pulls him over to one of the beams making him hold on. The young one frowns but obediently stays where he is put watching with intense interest. Dorian is a predator, that was for sure, but his methods are so different to James' own, they puzzle him. As a creature of the night with superior strength, stamina and senses, James does not see why he should charm his prey and not kill them. The young vampire observes the elder's performance and when waved over he moves swiftly to the woman's other side.

James slowly leans in and sinks his fangs in near the woman's collar bone listening to her gasp and whimper uncertain of what is happening to her. He does not want his meal being taken away from him so he plays it Dorian's way he is slow and gentle, his doesn't move his jaw in the usual vicious way that causes the blood to run faster, instead he drinks slowly sucking and lapping it from the small incisions his fangs caused. He takes his fill, much less than the last time. His belly full he licks the wound to help close it before turning to Dorian looking sated and now that he was fully fed he has a less sunken apperance. The woman still has tears running down her face and a confused look,her eyes move between Dorian and James before remaining on Dorian, clearly wondering what happened.

Licking the blood from his lips the young vampire rises slowly from the hay pile. "So, what do we do once we've fed? There is still hours of darkness." Living in the forest he had spent the little time he was not hunting to clean himself up and maintain his shelter.