When the other appeared behind him, John paused, his mind snapped slightly out of the fog of blood.
By the time he turned slightly, however, his pupils were still widely dilated and he lifted the unconscious body with both hands, offering it to Eric as if it were on a silver platter.
"Care to join? He's still fresh," he cooed, licking the blood from the man he'd simply stunned and tasted. That one was still unconscious and slumped against the wall, and no special meal, but the taste fresh on John's lips kept him the most prevalent in the predator's mind.