Alaïa watched as Byron moved close, slid up against the human in order to warmly barricade her into place. The girl didn't notice, of course. All she saw was another so-beautiful person joining them. Alaïa's eyes followed the path of her sire's fingertips, enjoying the way that they looked against the girl's skin – long and elegant, perfect. He was so much more beautiful than the human, so much more enticing. Even after so long, Alaïa was still entranced by him.
When his fingers were on her own skin, she felt a familiar thrill, a sort of shiver that passed through her. That didn't keep her from wrapping her fingers around the blade that he offered her. "Pleasure," she purred, smiling indulgently over the girl's shoulder. "Pain. They're almost the same, don't you think?"