James stares hypnotized by the feeding of the female vampire, but when Dorian touches him the young one is quick to press in to the older vampire recognising the safety of staying close to Dorian when a far stronger vampire was around. "She smells different from you," James says softly pressing the top of his head against the palm of Dorian's hand. 

The vampiress threw straightens up licking her lips as she looks at the two other vampires. "So you two must be the ones causing such a stir in these parts. Massacring a town is not a good way to go unnoticed." Her dark eyes slowly trail Dorian up and down. "Anyway, aren't you a little old for such foolish games and gambles?" She walks towards them and in response to the perceived threat James begins to growl bearing his fangs like a threatened dog. The woman pauses. "Feral Childe you have there... doesn't smell like you."