Fain watched her feeling something stirring inside the cold dead heart that never beat. Something that shouldn't be possible. Something beyond reason. He felt drawn to her. His eyes opened wide in startled realization. Oh no. THIS can't be happening. He'd be killed for sure if anyone even thought this. He felt her take the coat and stood still so as not to scare her by his movements. He gave her a gentle smile. He pointed down the alley the way he'd been heading. "It's a block that way. Local dock. Big black ship."<br/><br/>He regarded her, and after several heartbeats he said very softly, "I swear on the head of my brothers Drakari and Damian Al DelCaire that I would sooner meet the son then cause you harm," his words were barely audible that she would only hear them because of her supper hearing. He knew that he meant the words, but that he was swearing on his brothers meant that he was showing her that his loyalty wasn't to his kin, or to the gods, but to his blood. To those he loved above all others. His brothers. Damian was elder, and Drakari younger. Even though he was the youngest. He had always watched over Drakari. Drakari wasn't as strong as him and Damian. Drakari wasn't as vicious or as deadly. He was extremely intelligent and wise beyond his years, but he was weak willed and did everything expected of him. Just like Damian. Those two were the dutiful sons to their father Andrian Al DelCaire. The leader of the vampire faction. Something that having admitted marked him as the worst of her enemies even though he wasn't one of the elders. He was the son of an elder. Something that would be threatening.<br/><br/>"I'm not my father," he added softly and started to walk towards his ship leading the way.