Dante was usually not offended by requests to feed upon Dominique, though he rarely granted them. After all, he could feed on another's claimed human whether they liked it or not... the least he could do was return the favor once in a while. Still, he was quite possessive of her, and such a thing, in his eyes, was the highest favor he could grant a vampire of his coven.<br/><br/>But this was different. Gavin was trying to glamour her, to force her against her will. Individuals that so much as looked at her the wrong way died if she complained about it. This he could not allow, and his rage mounted further when she asked him to intervene; Gavin was lucky Dante didn't take his head before he could blink. Instead, the elder ripped his sword from it's sheath, pressing the sharp, silvered edge against the younger vampire's throat. "Cease what you are doing," he said through teeth clenched in anger, "before I end you. You may feed on the newcomer, but you will stop when I tell you to, young one. And be glad that I haven't destroyed you for this, or at the least restricted you from drinking this night. She is<em>mine</em>. Remember that."