Gently he cups his icy palm on the Doctor’s cheek, leaning towards his ear to whisper. That voice more like a hiss then an actually tone as he addressed him “destiny calls Time Lord.” His talon fingers rose to lightly grasp the alien’s hair easing his skull into a tilt, noticing the faintest of marks where another of his kind had taking the liberty of tasting him. Valek felt a boiling rage that someone dared to taste him but he took comfort in knowing it had merely been one of those inferior vampires of this dimension and they were probably deceased. A soft soothing sound escaped him as he studied the male’s throat, a lovely slender neck that seems to beg for the biting. For a moment it seemed he was going to do just that hovering his bloodthirsty mouth just above that beckoning flesh. Instead he merely raised his free hand up to graze his sharp nail along the skin creating a tiny line of blood to ooze up. That same digit swiped across that bloody line, tasting the crimson fluid. Unlike the other vampires he did not seem disgusted by the flavor he appeared to be intrigued “your blood is as fascinating as I thought it would be.”