Dorian's hands continues to work even as he keeps his eye on the young vampire. His shuffling movements and cowering stance gives Dorian a satisfied feeling. [i]'At least he knows he did something wrong'[/i] His eyebrow rises however when the boy reaches him and gives him a rather pathetic look, gripping the hem of his jacket in a pleading manner. His attention returns to Horace and he quickly finishes administering his treatment. [i]'This wound will make our trip much slower. We will have to find a place to rest between here and the next town'[/i] He once more gives the youngster a harsh look but after a few seconds he looks back to the horse, stoking a hand down his long neck. “You need to learn to control yourself Little One. You will not starve, so even if you are hungry and feel the burn inside, you must resist.” His voice is hard, the injury to one of his best horses making his words harsher than they would be should he have slipped up in some other manner.

Unable to overhear the conversation going on on the other side of the now tame looking beast, the girl comes around slowly and stops just within sight of the taller male. He glances over at her and with a faint smile he calls out, “Would you close the door dear, I fear the sounds outside may spook him again.” She swallows hard and complies immediately. Dorian looks back to the boy and shakes his head. “Stay.” he orders simply and pulls his coat from James's fingers. He quickly saddles and bridals Horace before calling the girl over to him. She shuffles over quickly and hands him the things in her arms. As he takes them he grips her wrist softly. “A moment, I have something for you.”

She had been ready to bolt as soon as possible, still on edge after the incident with the horse, and a bit wary of Dorian after she saw him do somethings she's not sure are particularly normal. However, she is an obedient servant and nods, clasping her hands in front of her. After putting the things away in one of his saddle bags he turns to her and gives her a warm look. He slides in close to her, watching her breath catch in her throat as he takes her hands in his own. “I am sorry you had to deal wish such a fright miss. I would never wish such a thing on such a lovely young lady.” Those simple words are enough to not only turn her dark pink, but as the last words leave his lips her gaze becomes distant. Pulling her carefully into a stall, her hands still in his, he looks to James and motions for him to follow. Once out of direct view of the door he leans in close and sinks his fangs carefully into her collar, a bit above the bone, and injects her. After only a few mouthfuls he leans back, giving James room to feed.