He'd watched her go, watched her choose the man, watched her dance with him, the man pulling her closer, touching her...He could just let him die. Just let her drink and drink. He could get them out, he could make certain she never realised what she'd done but the man who had touched her like that would be dead.
Of course she would discover it. And she'd never forgive him.
When he joined her he was decidedly less gentle than he'd been with the woman. Frankly this one, he wanted to compel himself. He drank, this time waiting that little bit longer for Caroline, waiting to see if she'd pull away. Waiting to see if she would overcome the bloodlust. Oh he'd stop her. But should they leave this man with a severe case of anemia he wouldn't shed a tear. No one touched her like that, no one but him. His eyes shifted just for a moment to those of the Hybrid he was but he said nothing, did nothing but drink. And wait.
He was still debating coming back later and ripping his throat out. But for now the man was lucky enough to be allowed to live.