James is far gentler than previously as he drinks from Dorian, he does not tear or tug at the skin and as Dorian pets him, he purs softly. The blood is sweet and comforting, it ties him closer to Dorian, James thinks of Dorian as his Sire, he has no bonds to any other vampire. The young vampire releases Dorian when he is pulled away and his fangs retract. Blue eyes flick up and Dorian's smile warms and assures James of his safety as the older vampire promises he will look after James who he sees as his Childe as much as the young one sees Dorian as his Sire.

James swallows. "I-I don't know if it is a real memory or if I am just making it up. "But I remember voices, a man's and a woman's..." The blonde blinks his eyes. "One wanted to show me to their father but the other called me a toy and wanted to leave me behind. I guess she got her way." Biting his bottom lip James managed a small smile. "So where do we go next?"