As she spoke John's attention turned on the blonde as well, and both his stare and posture arced ever so slightly into that of a predator's. He absorbed his sister's advice with all of the attention of a new recruit who'd realized he'd been thrown in over his head, and who was determined to swim.
As she outlined his options, he considered them carefully. There'd always been a firebrand in him, a fighter. A boy who wanted to prove himself. But, under that, was the man who was determined to prove himself regardless of opinion. To follow his own path.
He thought on her advice, then grinned with a devilish flare and leaned in, kissing her firmly before using his vampiric speed and guile to appear amongst the men, at the blonde's side.
They all started, but before anybody could react John had swept the woman off her proud perch by the waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss. As he won the woman over in the most primal way his hand shot out, catching her man's throat as he lurched forward.
He might have paid less attention to the woman, remembering his instructor's warning about maiming or killing, so that when the biker hit the floor he was simply unconscious. His neck was in tact, and his breathing promised he'd return to awareness sooner or later. Without missing a beat John turned, and as the next largest man approached he summoned the will to glamour him, just enough to make him back up. The ploy worked. John wasn't practiced enough by far to glamour more than one man at once, but with thier roughest man passed out on the floor and his lieutenant cowing, the others all took a few steps back. The sudden clinging to his side told John that he didn't need to try to pull the interest of the blonde anymore, magically or primaly. One arm went around her waist, firmly claiming her as he cooly stared down any of the remaining challengers, and found himself meant with no contest.
He paused, then gave the men a boyish Southern grin before turning, wordlessly walking the woman directly back to his elder.
Directly in front of her he pushed the blonde out slightly, though his arm remained around her hips firmly. She was, after all, his retrieval. Pam could take her, but she was John's first. At least of the two of them.
"So, sis. Hungry?" he asked, even as the blonde gasped softly in indifferent confusion, then hugged his side, clearly under the impression she was ready for whatever he had in mind. He wasn't interested in her, however. Only Pam's assessment of his performance. And, after that, the growl in his stomach that was demanding a taste of living blood.