Pulling away from her wrist, Damon chuckled. "Go entertain him, dear, you can come back to me in a while." He winked at her, shooing her toward Dorian and his girl. He licked his lips, cheeks already more flushed and pink than they had been before. "In a month? Oh, it depends on if I'm trying to hide or if I don't care. When I was turned, we were in a time of war, so I drained maybe fifty people in a month. Not all of them women, of course, don't be boring. Now? Perhaps ten?" He shrugged. "I don't have to eat as much as I used to." He turned to watch Dorian, smirking a little at his nonchalance. "Bored?"