James frowns when Dorian refuses to talk about before he became a vampire, but he does not press the matter. Instead he compliantly straightens his posture and lets the older vampire straighten his clothes a pout on his face as he is restricted in the aristocratic clothing. The pout vanishes as his hair is ruffled and he is pulled in against Dorian's body, making a soft keening sound he presses against his adopted Sire. Blue eyes look up at Dorian listening intently to the other's instructions, the promise of a meal makes his urge to feed stronger but Dorian's authoritative voice makes it clear he will have to wait. James nods his understanding before he is released by Dorian and shooed towards the stairs.

Alone the young man descends the staircase and goes to the stables, stepping inside he is hit by the scent of their meal, he feels his fangs trying to slide out but manages to stay in control walking over to Dorian's horse. He softly pets the beast while trying to stay in control, the human smells so good and before he knows it he slips his hangs into the horse. Dorian's mount rears and shrieks, its hooves strike James' chest and he falls to the straw ridden floor shuffling away to avoid getting trampled by the horse.