It was a very good thing Judas didn't know just how inept Jessica's maker was. Regardless of the vampire's person feelings on the issue of synthetic blood, it was irresponsible in the extreme to completely disregard the hunt when teaching a new vampire. Humans could often not experience something and simply not know what they were missing. Vampires could too, but this was not one of those cases. The temptation to feed from a human was always there. It was what they were built for. How could someone choose to resist such a temptation when they never knew the other side?
Judas was perfectly fine allowing Jessica to make her own choices in unlife. He wasn't her maker, and therefore she wasn't his responsibility. So he was taking her hunting, that meant little. He was just trying to help, which was such a new thought he had not fully digested it. However, he did feel she needed to make an informed decision, and especially in a world where the choices were simply human-or-animals, she needed to know the taste of both before she could truly decide which diet she wanted to adhere to. One could not make an informed decision without the experience. Still, if she backed out now, he would respect that.
The accent reminded him of his previous time in Louisiana and it actually drew a small smile from him. This was odd. He was being pleasasnt. He didn't mind the nickname. You could tell by how he didn't become disdainful or simply leave. Besides, there was wisdom in her avoidance of the name Dracula in public. Likely most of the assembled masses would think the two of them crazy, or perhaps assume they were...what was that word he read about? LARPing. Still, in a world where hunters appeared to be more prevalent, one could never be too careful. Judas really didn't want to kick things off with a bloodbath, which would be necessary should hunters come after him.
When she said she hadn't eaten in two days, one eyebrow arched again, this time in concern. A famished fledgling was a delicate matter, especially a famished fledgling eternally stuck as a teenager, as Jessica likely would be in some form. At least, if her world's form of vampirism was anything like his, she would be. Even an adult fledgling could find it hard to control themselves during a feeding if they were famished, one who was still gripped by the whims and emotions of a teenager could be even worse.
He would just have to keep a watchful eye on the proceedings. If it looked like things were slipping out of Jessica's control, he could step in. It was very convenient, having the ability to edit the memories of a human like they edited their little films. "Very well." He nodded towards the humans moving about them. Then he lowered his voice to a stage whisper and moved closer to her so she could hear it. "You have options. If you simply wish to feed and be done with it, anyone will do. If you wish for things to be a bit more pleasant, and to be a bit less blatant, you should choose someone that pleases you and coax them into an alley. How is up to you, but it should be in a way that allows you to feed from them without them knowing. Many vampires seduce their prey and use the excuse of," he paused here, looking for the right word, "I believe the common term today is 'making out' for why they are spending an inordinate amount of time on their prey's neck. If that is unsavory, I would recommend pretending to be in need of some aid and luring them into the alley that way. Some memory editing may be necessary afterward, however."
He wasn't really sure how much she did and didn't know about hunting. Right now, he was assuming she didn't know much, given what little he'd learned of her maker. He actually wasn't giving the advice in a condescending manner, though, which might have been a first for him. Then again, she was a vampire, and at least in some loose sense that meant she was one of his people. Had anyone really known him, they would not be surprised to find that he did have a gentler side toward those of his people that did not displease him, as the "harpies" had.