Dante tossed her to the ground like a ragdoll before turning to Gavin. He licked his finger clean, then slid his pristine glove back over his hand. The human tasted like alcohol... the drug had diluted whatever other flavors he had. "Clean him up. And then get rid of the rest upstairs. I only heard you kill two of them," he ordered, before a surprising moment of reconciliation. "You have a point about our delivery service. I will consider an alternative," he added coolly.<br/><br/>The elder put a hand on Gavin's shoulder. "Control yourself, young one," he warned, "do not lose sight of the world." Where Lolita was beyond saving, the Frenchman still had much to learn, and Dante thought he had potential, both as an underling and, perhaps one day, a leader. So he saw himself as something of a mentor to the younger vampire. This particular lesson, however, had nothing to do with the human's comfort, and everything to do with LeSangre's self-control.