There was a smirk on Daniel's face--he couldn't help it. "You can take care of yourself...but you still mention around where you live? Well, far be it from me to reject your mixed signals; I'll walk you as far as that district then."<br/><br/>That would work out, he knew. His hair fluttered in the stormy breeze, the rain making him a little chillier than he might have otherwise preferred to feel. As they walked, he kept an arm around him, mostly to ensure that Lonnie wouldn't just up and run away. Not that he couldn't catch him...<br/><br/>Ah! As they walked, he spied an alley, a nearby lamppost illuminating the grim entrypoint in a faded amber glow, which was refracting in the watery rain. The Hunger loomed in Daniel--blood! he needed blood!--and with a violent shove, he pushed Lonnie towards the alley so that he could safely bite him in private. He wasn't sure how strong the human was or if his shove would get him as far as he needed--sometimes drunken humans were a bit more volatile and dangerous than he expected.<br/><br/>But the Hunger couldn't wait, and so he shoved. No vampire could be cordial for very long when the Hunger screamed in them.