Watching the boy closely as he feed Dorian raises an eyebrow when the newborn doesn't drink much. [i]'He really should have more than that, but if he's not hungry. . .'[/i] He gives the boy a critical look when confronted with his pouty face and for several long seconds he doesn't more a muscle. Still upset over his horse Dorian isn't quite ready to forgive the smaller male, however he knows he'll not hear the end of it until the boy feels safe with him once more. So with a faint sigh Dorian leans in and plants a small kiss at the corner of the young one's mouth and murmurs, “Yes, time to go.” Kneeling down he shifts the girl until it looks as if she could have just fallen asleep in the hay, covering her with a horse blanket for good measure.

Checking Horace's tack one last time Dorian swings himself gracefully into the saddle and reaches a hand down to James. With ease he pulls the boy on to the horse behind him, shifting around so they can both be comfortable in the saddle. Over his shoulder he mutters, “Keep your arms tight around my middle, do not need you sliding off the back and.” He chuckles lightly at the visual before moving to the stable door. With a little nudge Horace lifts the rough hewn latch and he headbutts the door gently. The doors swing wide and with a light kick Horace races out of the stable. Very skilled at dodging humans, a skill essential for fleeing vampires, Horace makes his way out of town without incident, but after only a mile or so Dorian slows him down as to not aggravate his wound.