<em>Good</em>. Min Yu liked how quickly the other watcher was subdued when he was threatened with death. He would have to keep Caleb’s fear of a true death fresh – if they survived Frederick’s return home it would come in handy later on. He scoffed when Caleb attempted, and terribly failed, to tell another joke. At least Caleb was trying to remain lively even when their lives were hanging in the balance, dependent on purely his sire’s reaction and instinctual response.<br/><br/>He noticed there was a lovely bit of color to Caleb’s face, the possibility of it all thanks to his recent feeding. Still, Min Yu scowled when he asked when if his other hand was going to be tended to. “Be patient,” he snapped at Caleb and than fetched his other bloody hand. Min Yu dug the blunt of his hands across the young watcher’s veins. Not enough pressure to cut and bleed, but even to hurt and possibly bruise. He brought Caleb’s dirty hand to his mouth and curled his tongue around his fingers. Min Yu carefully cleaned his hand as thoroughly as the other, but was far less tender about it. The point of his teeth even ran across the parting of Caleb’s fingers.<br/><br/>Once Min Yu had finished removing the blood from Caleb’s hands, he repositioned himself a top his fledgling. He sat down right on top of Caleb’s thighs and peered down at him, appraising him. Min Yu thought he looked quite pretty and vulnerable, but that wasn’t good enough. He slipped his hand into his pocket and touched the piece of glass in there, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the part that wasn’t jagged.<br/><br/>“Stay still,” he ordered before he withdrew the fragment of glass from his pocket. But instead of carving up Caleb, the watcher pushed up the sleeve of his expensive black coat and instead drew the glass over his own vein. Min Yu barely even blinked as a line of red spotted over his pale and delicate skin. He had pressed the glass against his wrist very hard, hard enough that it would take a few seconds for it to close up. Until it did he held his wrist above Caleb’s face and shook it, letting droplets of his crimson blood fall onto his fledgling’s face.<br/><br/>He didn’t warn Caleb not to tongue at the blood that fell onto his cheeks and lips. Min Yu wanted to see Caleb try it, just to see his adverse reaction to the taste. It was mean of him to do, but Min Yu didn’t really care.