From the look of the other man, Booker could tell he hadn't been locked in like he had and for a moment, he was almost jealous. He wouldn't, however, trade the time he'd had to just simply sit with his ghoul. It had been one of the moments in his recent life that made it worth it. His job was to protect her.
Thoughts turned from Blair as the other man spoke, Booker's lips parting to say something before he turned away and left, leaving him in a slight confusion. Give him a sec? He tipped his head, trying to follow where he went into the night, finding he was really unable to see where he went. It wasn't long, though, before the confusion was completely gone as he came back. Kit had brought back with him a human. If he'd been in a better place, the bespectacled man would have noted that he was handsome. Not as much as the person bringing him along, but that might be a bias at this point. He didn't know if anyone had ever brought him food like this without urging him to kill. He wouldn't be thinking about him.
Booker straightened fully as the human was moved his way, wondering what he would even say to the other vampire once this was all over. It was between one moment and the next that he ceased to think about his new acquaintance. The smell of the man's blood hit him full force, bringing up the predator in him. Something he did his very best to shove down. He could barely pay attention to what Kit said but he heard it, understood it. He'd drink slow, no matter what else he wanted to do. And he wanted. Reaching out, he slid a hand along the man's face before going to stand against him almost, tilting his head to the side. He could hear his heartbeat like it was his own.
Pressing his mouth down, he swiftly punctured the skin. Eyes fluttering shut, he buried in, holding the man still with his free hand. Even with the compulsion, he still wanted that hold. That bridge to reality. The first mouthful went slowly, but he swallowed again and again. It was only a few moments later that his tongue was pressing against the wound, pulling away. He felt better already, sated and full of energy, eyes still closed. They didn't open until he let go altogether, a sigh leaving him. The Russian hadn't had his favorite type of blood but that was rare enough as it was. "Thank you..." He didn't know who he spoke to, whether it was Kit or the human, but it fit for both.