"You mistake my intentions little rabbit," Dmitri said coming to crouch in front of the man, taking his chin between his fingers and tilting the man's head up, "Now that I've finally found you, I have know intention of letting you go." Letting go of Noah's chin, Dmitri's fingers drifted down to the bite wound on his neck, "You and I are going to become well acquainted with one another." Once they left this dreadful place of course. Dmitri didn't know how anyone could stand to stay in such a dump. But who was he to judge? He just knew that that this place was only as good as the wards the man had put up to protect himself from the vultures that gathered outside his door; a steady increase in the general agitation drifting through the floor boards as the growling, snarling, scratching chaos increased steadily in volume. The bone shuddering sound of nails scraping on glass made it clear that something was clinging outside the window, in a futile attempt to get inside.<br/><br/>Withdrawing his now bloodied fingers, Dmitri drew the stained digits into his mouth as he stood, suppressing a shudder and the primal urge to sink his fangs back into the man and drink till he was satisfied. Only, he didn't think any amount of the man's blood would ever satisfy him.<br/><br/>"We're stuck here for the night," he murmured going to the window, eyes watching the feral creature that clung to the windowsill, fangs bared as slobber dribbled from it's gaping muzzle. No, they were stuck here tonight. As much as Dmitri would have loved to return to the safety of his own home, he couldn't risk going out into that storm. He would just have to call Geoffrey, have him come pick them up in the morning.<br/><br/>In the mean time-- Dmitri drifted farther back into the man's apartment in search of the bathroom, as he called back, "Where do you keep your med-kit?"