Gavin breathed a frustrated sigh against Chloe’s neck as Dante’s voice pierced his blood-lust and reminded him of where he was. For now, Gavin would settle for the taste of her skin, running his tongue along the length of Chloe’s pulse before turning around to face Dante.<br/><br/>It really was for the best that Dante warned Gavin to slow himself, because in that moment he likely would have drained Chloe dry right then and there without a second thought. Someone would have likely had to silver him to pull him away from a free flowing source of blood that sweet. Returning to reality, Gavin noticed for the first time what Dante was wearing.<br/><br/>A tuxedo! This early in the evening?<br/><br/>Gavin felt suddenly filthy and underdressed. He had to shower and change.<br/><br/>Just as Gavin was thinking he couldn’t feel any worse, he heard Dominique’s voice on the other side of the basement. More witnesses to the unforgivable fashion faux pas of being underdressed.<br/><br/>“I understand, Sire. Thank you.” Gavin nodded, staring past Dante and looking Dominique up and down. “I still need some good blood to wash the taste of those rejects off my palate, though. Maybe you’d share<em>your</em>bounty and let Dominique donate.”<br/><br/>Gavin licked his fangs slowly, smiling as he looked Dom in the eye. Silently, he practiced his “Glamour” abilities on her, sending a desire to be bitten across the room.