Grigore just pressed his fingers harder into Greg's skin and held more tightly as he drank. If there was one thing he enjoyed more than anything else in this decrepit world, it was drinking from another vampire. There was something about taking living blood from a dead form that excited him, it probably was related to something deep, deep in his psychology, but psychoanalyzation was for mortals. He drank and drank until he could sense that Greg was close to being empty. Reluctantly, he drew his fangs out of Greg's flesh and just sat there for a moment, resisting the urge to take those last few precious drops.
"You'll learn in time." Grigore murmured, running a hand through Greg's hair. "Hopefully sooner rather than later."