Dracula's warning, his dear Mina's worry... none of it seemed to matter in the moment that Jonathan took step outside the bedroom and into the dim hallway. His hand gripped the doorframe as he watched them float away, uneasy but still somehow compelled to follow, as if under some entrancement by their strange but deadly beauty.
The invitation to warm them was not one he was naive to. Was he into this? He had never before considered, but the curiosity was difficult to deny as he finally made his way down the corridor after them. It felt wrong, dangerous, and perhaps that was part of the appeal.