His scent altered, the scent of tears staining the air though not the boy\'s face. The thought made Nikolai treasure the moment, especially as the boy stepped closer to the vampire. How sweet, Judas purred finding it reasonable to caress the boy\'s hair as he spoke. Fuck Pierre; this is too much fun to miss.
Nikolai\'s face appeared not to be paying attention at all, but in reality he was perplexed at the cat-ninja comment. He imagined it was something absolutely ridiculous, seeing a beautiful young donor dress up in cat ears, whiskers, and a tight body-suit of black cotton. The Thirst tugged at him and reminded him of his purpose. Against his better judgements, Judas cooed softly, licking at Nikolai\'s ear and prompting him to move in for the kill: Maybe just a taste...
Nikki frowned slightly at the boy, his eyes wrinkled still. He wasn\'t exactly thrilled, but what was the harm in a taste? It would satisfy what needed to be satisfied, if only for the time being. "So ask yourself, dear. Is it anything worth saving? Walk with me." Turning, Nikolai changed the positioning of his arms on the boy\'s shoulders, keeping only one of his hands on the back of Sage\'s neck as he physically tried to make the boy walk with as little pressure as possible. "Tell me, kid. What\'s your name? I\'m dying to know."