Gavin grinned wider as Dante snarled and put his sword away. Dante was still quite infuriated, which only served to make Gavin more pleased with himself. He actually liked Dante, but the thrill of risking a true death at his hand was quite intoxicating, thrilling and most importantly, he could feel it. Feeling anything was better than nothing.<br/><br/>Gavin rubbed his neck until the wounds left by the silver against his skin had healed themselves. He continued smiling as Dante made a show of staking his claim over Dominique. It seemed that it was a gesture designed to make Gavin feel jealous, but as usual, he felt nothing at all.<br/><br/>Turning back to Chloe, Gavin looked deep into her eyes. Since she wasn’t Dante’s, Gavin saw no reason why he couldn’t try out his Glamour on this new mortal. He allowed his influence to creep in slowly, penetrating her mind, little by little.<br/><br/>“Focus on the sound of my voice.” Gavin said, his voice deep, resonant and calm. “I’m going to bite you, and when I do, you will moan out in pleasure. The moment my fangs sink into your skin, you will feel a kind of sexual pleasure that no mortal has ever come close to giving you. It will become a sensation you can’t live without, my fangs in your flesh.”<br/><br/>Once Gavin felt confident that the suggestion had stuck, he opened his mouth wide and slowly lowered his fangs onto the soft skin of Chloe’s neck. He slid them in without much effort and then pulled them back to allow her delicious blood to flow into his mouth. Gavin drank greedily, forcing himself to pull away after only a few swallows.<br/><br/>“…Vanilla.” Gavin sighed, closing his eyes as his tongue chased the last remnants of Chloe’s blood around the inside of his mouth. “Cherries and Vanilla. God you’re delicious.”