He drinks deep for a moment, taking in the taste of him. The things that make this man who he is, unique. York will discover that soon, that every mortal tastes differently. Locus? Feeds on this one's arrogance. It's hot, vibrant, and satisfying for a number of reasons.

But soon he's biting his tongue, sealing the wound and slipping back, murmuring something about getting them a drink.