Kath'tan sat on the bed next to Dulce and offered his wrist. The Vampire took it carefully, as he always did, his head lowering to his cautiously cradled wrist. His gaze grew distant, barely feeling the nick of sharp, little teeth, his attention was pulled back when he noticed Dulce lifting his head shortly after biting down.
Dulce was wiping the quickly healed bite mark gently with his sleeve, cleaning away the faintest smudges of blood that feeding had left behind.
Kath'tan studied the Vampire; his bound hair was coming undone, his silver-blue eyes shifty. It was hard to miss the Vampire's slightly rounded cheeks, and his eagerness to get off the bed and put on his shoes.
"Are you satisfied?" He asked gently, his fiery gaze softening for a moment.
Dulce straightened up after hastily putting on his shoes, nodding enthusiastically. He couldn't speak because he had a mouthful of blood, one he only intended to swallow after he got to his room.
