Petra brought Luke right into the party. The smell of sex and drugs was a heady thing, but the noise didn't bother him. His eyes immediately started to glow red, and he let Luke lead him away before he started tearing throats out for glaring at his charge. He wanted that angel blood, wanted to enjoy a good night with Luke. He had only gotten a blowjob from him before, which was really the biggest reason why Petra had fallen into this trap. Luke was gorgeous, and relentless with what he wanted. He just didn't know what Luke was truly capable of.<br/><br/>He laid back on the bed, letting Luke take off his clothes. He assumed, foolishly, that Luke would give him the vial after undressing. He leaned back up on his elbows. "Finger yourself if you want it to hurt less. I don't mind watching." He grinned. Petra would rather just fuck him raw, or maybe with lube since there was some lying around, but he really didn't care one way or the other. He'd rather have Luke do all the work, anxious to hear him cry out his name like he promised. "Goddamn you're fucking gorgeous for a fallen. Most turn into decrepit, pathetic creatures. But you..." He hissed in desire.