Ruffled by the pinch to his cheek, James drew himself up to his full stature and said defiantly, "I will do no such thing. I am a Weatherby. We do not settle for what is given to us. We take what we want. I will have human blood or none at all."
The talk of blood and drinking it was a stronger drive than the reminder of how he'd be staked if he went out hunting in this state and his hunger began to gradually override caution. James flicked his tongue over the tip of one fang.
"Now. I am going to go find a proper meal. You may join me if you wish, but don't you dare lay another finger on me to stop me."