The lack of deep emotions, empathy, true joy, subsided in the vampire following drinking from the Fae. His charming mask he put on for the public, his laughter, excitement in anything more than the physical rush of sex, briefly, became a part of him. Not that it rid him of his violence and darkness, only made him more than willing to make sure the Fae stayed pleased.
Her legs opened further, Byron tugged at her panties, not caring if they ripped so he could move his fingers into her while his thumb teased at the nerve-filed piece of flesh. The new body meant finding the new little areas that might make her scream out loud enough for half the midway to hear.