James stripped off his own cravat and coat throwing it aside carelessly letting it crumple on the chair not caring if it wrinkled, the young vampire was too focused on Dorian. The older vampire had taken his hand and gently pulled him onto the bed. The young one began to purr softly as he was held close to the older vampire. He closed his eyes to listen to Dorian filling him in on Father Julius while gently petting him. He was an affectionate young vampire and responding well to Dorian's touch, the bond between himself and Dorian was obviously doing wonders for him. So much of his savagery had melted away in the past day.

James did not even realise he had passed into a half dream state his mind invaded by Dorian's words and images came to him like dreams. The stroking of his hair continued as a new voice broke in.

[I]"He was fun, think father will like him?"

"No, he is nothing more than a toy. Not worthy of our father. Leave him, he won't last a week on his own."[/i]

James jerked into wakefulness as Dorian tousled his hair and assured him that he doubted the young one was direct lineage of Father Julius. James rolled over so he was face to face with the older vampire, blue eyes gazed deeply into Dorian's . "I'm glad you found me then," he whispered softly before nuzzling into Dorian's neck. His mind going back to the two voices in his head as he desperately tried to recall images and faces to go with those voices. "Sire... What if I am his Childe?" It did not sound as if Father Julius was a desirable Sire to have, although James hoped he would recall such a man he remembered nothing of his turning or the days prior to it. The young vampire pressed his face firmly against the soft flesh of Dorian's neck and his fangs scraped the skin seeking solace in the older vampire's blood he sank the sharp short fangs in and began to lap gently despite already being full.