Gavin smiled, his fangs still bared and streaked in deep crimson; when Lolita mentioned where his arm had been, he glanced down at the sleeve of his jacket. As she walked past him, he casually brushed bits of skin, hair and general gore from his elbow. It was a valiant attempt at playing it off after getting turned down flat yet again.<br/><br/>As she walked out ahead of him, Gavin watched Lolita move. If she’d wanted, the elder vampire could have vanished downstairs and left him in a cloud of dust, but instead she chose to walk slowly, swinging her hips back and forth, flaunting her seductive panties and reminding him that she was the one sexual conquest he couldn’t simply take. He couldn’t have her, and naturally that only made him want her that much more.<br/><br/>A fight between Gavin and Lolita wouldn’t nearly be as cut and dried as she seemed to imply with her next comment. She certainly wouldn’t be able to penetrate him, and the bit about making him talk- Gavin wasn’t sure was even possible. She was, however, older than him; and Gavin had no desire to risk a true death for a stray piece of ass.<br/><br/>“At least you wore short sleeves, I’m going to need to burn this jacket…” Gavin remarked wryly, still watching Lolita from behind as he followed her into the basement. “You ought to invite your little human toys inside next time. I’d love to meet the mortal who can push your buttons, Lolita.”<br/><br/>While Lolita surely smelled her before Gavin, he paid no mind to the male human who stank of sour beer and flop sweat. Instead he locked eyes with the green eyed woman who smelled like dessert.<br/><br/>Younger than the others, Gavin was less in control of his abilities and less able to keep his constant hunger in check. Young and impetuous as he was, the smell of this woman’s blood kicked at some reflexive instinct and Gavin leapt over the railing and sprinted in a blur toward her, kicking up a small cloud of dust along the floor.<br/><br/>Gavin shoved her against the wall, surely harder than he intended and buried his nose into the nape of her neck, left hand cupping the side of her face and right hand gripping her shoulder hard enough to leave bruises, but with a grip Gavin would have described as gentle. He sniffed for a long time, one ceaseless inhale.<br/><br/>Cherries. Yes, Gavin was certain he smelled Cherries in her blood.<br/><br/>“I want to taste her. May I taste her, Dante? She smells so…” Gavin trailed off, not having words to describe blood that smelled so sweet. “I want to taste her!”<br/><br/>Waiting for permission, still oblivious to the conflict taking place right next to him, Gavin slid his left hand slowly up Chloe’s inner thigh. There was nothing stopping his hand from touching or ravishing or otherwise teasing the human woman’s exposed sex, but that was not his target. Just as her short skirt hiked up almost too high, he found the femoral artery in her thigh and placed two fingers upon it. The central hub for blood flow was pounding, and moving faster the higher his fingers crept.<br/><br/>“Your heart is pounding, little one.” Gavin whispered against her neck. “Is it because you’re afraid, or because you’re thrilled for what comes next?”