Being able to be out for more than the limited hours of the normal nighttime spread the most delightful feeling through Byron. While true emotions lay empty in his brain, the chemicals never producing or mixing correctly even as a child, death and violence allowed small replicas of such emotions to play out.
Following the Russian girl's heartbeat, Byron meandered behind until he saw her run into the good doctor. Nothing amused Byron more than watching the people who considered themselves 'good' to be left out amongst the hunt. It had been part of the reason he lead Margo into such a trap so she would miss the time she had to return back to her trailer and lock herself in. Such pathetic humans, as delicious and attractive the Kemp family could be.
Moving quicker than the human could when she found her footing to do as Rose instructed, Byron grabbed the girl by the throat and picked her up off the ground; feet dangling and gargled noises filling the enough of the space between the doctor and himself to bring a charming smile to his face. "Doctor, is it not more torment to the child to have her believe she can escape by running?" Byron stepped forward, holding the girl out as if it were a toy. "Though it is nice to see you out of your tent."