Much like the humans they had once been, there were different shades of vampire. Some of their kind killed without mercy or thought to their victims, while others drank only what they needed to survive and had never committed a single murder. Kit was somewhere in between; drinking his fill in as humane a manner as possible, though it was an inevitability that some of his victims passed on. From what Booker had said, he seemed to be firmly fixed in the latter category.
Without judgement, Kit nodded in understanding. "Sounds like you're in a sticky spot then," he said, flashing the other vampire a smile before he turned his attention to their surroundings. The far off sounds from the Midway could be heard on the air, the laughs and shouts of the patrons carrying to where they were. They were so close, Kit could smell them and he was sure that Booker could too. "Give me a sec." Then, without further explanation, he turned and disappeared down the path that led to the centre of the circus.
It took only a few moments for Kit to come across a lone patron just a few short meters away, just out of sight, walking on the path from the Midway towards the Illusion tent. The young man, mid-twenties at most, would have met them even without Kit's intervention. The vampire had casually bumped into him, muttering an uttered apology and flashing a smile that had caught the man's attention. From there, it had been easy to hold his gaze as Kit used his gift of compulsion, urging the man to follow him back to where he had left Booker.
"You're going to be okay," he slowly said to the man, unsure as to whether the Russian native even understood what he was saying. Given that he had followed when Kit had commanded, the vampire assumed so. "You're going to walk over to my friend-" He nodded in Booker's direction. "-and you're going to stay quiet. Don't struggle. Once he's finished, you're going to walk back the way you came and forget that this ever happened."
Glancing back to Booker, Kit grinned as the man approached the other vampire. "Dinner," he said, slipping his hands back into the pockets of his pants. "Just go easy. You don't want to give yourself a stomachache from eating too much."