As much as he protested, John heard the quickening of his heartbeat, and recognized the hunger in the other. It enflamed the blond, who was sick of the people he met being so powerful, and so different. They were all confused, gifted with their natures and their powers, and about something else. His sire had taken much from him, but he'd also gifted him with more power than he could have had before, and a deep feeling of certainty regarding his place. That place was bring questioned now by beings as powerful or moreso, they seemed tormented by thing that John knew were unimportant.
It was annoying.
He took another step, lifting the body he held higher, then let it tumble from his hands, hitting the floor. He was well fed, and didn't want to be blood drunk around Eric. Well, not any mores Han he was already.
"I think you're lying," he sneered, the teen rebel in him scoffing at the usual picture of self control and authority. "And you don't want to be around me at the moment. Besides, I'd gump up the electronics." He brandished his bloody hands to prove both later points.