Julian sits back, scowling at Alex resentfully. He's suddenly, almost uncontrollably jealous. Easy for him to be so smug when he had a Sire to teach him and mold him from the moment he was turned. So easy to be superior when you've been taught what to do from the very beginning!
"Well, I didn't," Julian snaps. "I had no one to teach me. My Sire turned me and then abandoned me. I had to learn to hunt on my own. I had to learn everything on my own. I didn't have someone to take me by the hand and show me what to do like you did."
He folds his arms, sulking. It's one thing no one can tell him he's bad at doing. But curiosity gets the better of him, and he crawls out behind Alex. The little vampire is standing there, his head tilted, listening. Julian does the same, copying his movements, alert for any sound of danger nearby.