He ached. He felt the need and want in every fiber of his being. He had tried to ignore it ever since coming to the village, but the resources made available to him were few. Save for blood lollipop's he had no blood. Food was plentiful, but what he wanted most was not so easy to obtain. Back in his time he could go to a hospital blood bank or just meet an acquaintance if need be. But here was dangerous. He had to be more cautious. Gryffindor did warn him that if he stepped out of line he would kill him, and so his natural inclination to just appeal to peoples good sense had been denied.
And then Theodore came into the picture. The timing couldn't of been better. And it wasn't just that he wanted to feed, he wanted to fuck. There was just something about him, he had to have. And he was so very calm, or appeared so. He retained such composure even though Lorcan could hear his heart pounding.
Lorcan rose to his feet, grabbing his coat and throwing it over his shoulder. "Back door," he said tilting his head towards the exit. He didn't really care where they went as long as they just started going. He walked out the back exit and leaned back against the wall of the alleyway, holding open the door, while he waited for Theodore to join him.