Reaction pulled his eyes, but something else kept his stare.  Zyana pleaded, her hands seeping against his thighs, and for a moment, Colton could have sworn he felt the thump of his heart in his chest, but that of course was impossible.  Two distinct sides of her blood brother looked down at her then, each giving argument to what he should do next, Colton frozen in the battle.  The beast within the Bruja male, manipulative, compulsive, and selfish offered reason to give the raven haired princess what she wanted with little interest in doing so for her sake.<br/><br/>'<i>Let her feed.  Think about how easy it will make your existence if she is even partially bonded to you.  Any other kindred standing in your position would do the same, why not take advantage of the opportunity?  Plus, look at her.  You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't want part of you to dwell within that volatile pixie.'  </i>It was true, Zyana's vulnerability in that moment came as something of a rush for Colton to witness.  The hunger in her eyes haunted him, while the yearning of her touch implored him, but he knew the way she was acting had everything to do with their kind's shared weakness.  She had been injured, and instinct insisted she feed, the scent of his blood lingering in the air surely only making matters worse worse for her.<br/><br/>The man within the Brujah, Colton Jenkins, Las Vegas' fresh faced king pin, first childe of Marcos, keeper of Zyana Rivers.  That's who looked at her then.  Her desperation would have made it easy, but Colton was too aware of the underlying dangers a step like the one she proposed could bring.  He may have had to strangle his own demons, but Colton had to teach her to control herself, and what better test than one she presented them both with now?  He couldn't help it though, and a large hand reached down, Colton's knuckles grazing Zyana's cheek.  "Yes, you do," he replied, his tone low, matching her whisper, his confliction clashing in the depths of a frigid stare.  "But not from me."<br/><br/>Colton let his hand fall away from her face, and tore his eyes from his kneeling sister as he removed himself from the ache in her palms.  "Kramer, get her out of here. I have to go," he stated dryly, factually, as he paced away from Meghan and returned to the process of removing his crisp oxford.  His ghoul was cautious, but heeded his masters orders and took a few steady steps towards Zyana where he extended a hand in assistance.  He wasn't snide in his action, nor would he show any irritation if the woman swatted his hand away, instead he simply stood there and waited, a shy touch of friendly understanding marking his expression.<br/><br/>"Not a word about this to Marcos, Z, even if he asks," Colton instructed lastly with a glance over his shoulder that didn't look at either of them.  "Let me handle our sire...this will be over soon enough."  Marcos would know.  Hell, he probably already did, but Colton could only hope their Primogen would pick his fight with him, and not the heiress who was getting back on her feet.<br/><br/>His childe would be right, of course.  Snitches were good for one thing, snitching, and the moment Zyana Rivers had stepped foot into fight night, Marcos had been made aware of it.  He was furious, but a patient man, he let his rage simmer at its boil and waited to for one of his chosen embraced to bring him the news; the act being but a test of their loyalties and giving their sire ample fuel to be slighted the longer they took.  If he had to force his hand on the matter, they both would regret it.