Kaz walked them until they reached the trees and he could shove Draco against one, holding him in place with the hand fisted into his shirt. "What? Pet?" he echoed, with false innocence that played well on his angelic features. "You don't like it?" Of course that just meant that he would call him the 'endearment' all the more often.
"You may not be my pet, but you are my favourite meal," he crooned out and laughed. Kazimir's fancies were flitting, but for the moment he had decided that Draco was the most enjoyable person to play with and feed from. Much more energizing than the little blood packets they gave him to feed from. There was no enjoyement in drinking from plastic!