James watches cautiously as the two speak, Dorian dominating the conversation and clearly manipulating her although she does not realise. The young vampire purs as Dorian wraps an arm around him and holds him close, his eyes gaze at her feeling far less threatened with Dorian holding him and the woman clearly uncomfortable.

The Vampiress had hoped Dorian would not notice the similar scent between herself and James, she honestly knew nothing about the fledge she definitely had her suspicions. "My lineage? I was sired two hundred years ago in England I spent fifty years with my Sire and his mate and then I left to make my own way. Twenty years ago I decided to find myself a new life in the Colonies. That is all there is to tell. I know nothing about this Childe, could be a brother, a nephew, a great-nephew or even an uncle. I don't know. But I wish you luck in your venture to find out. Now if you excuse me I was hoping to get to the next town before dawn."

James looked up to Dorian wondering if he would let the woman go now, he certainly did not want her around.