Andrei inhaled deeply, smelling Leon. There was always temptation, especially when you had someone right where you wanted him, completely at your mercy. He wanted to. He wanted to so bad. He twitched his head aside, focusing on that neck, on the tense, delicate skin there... His teeth grazed over that skin, not puncturing it.
Andrei got a hold of himself. He released Leon, casting him aside with a thoughtless shove. With a grunt, he looked at the witch, and said: "Your kind don't like my kind. My kind don't like your kind. You keep out of my way, I keep out of yours. That way, this ain't happenin' again. We'll both be satisfied."
Andrei nodded, as if pleased with a job well done, and stalked off, in the direction of the boys' locker room.