Melody wasn't the only one keeping things to herself until they were worked out. John had been spending a few nights with the undead guitar player, though he hadn't mentioned him to his sire or elder sibling yet. He didn't think the darker, more lonesome Eric was a threat, really. He hadn't done anything suspicious since they'd been jamming together, and John had never even brought up his family.
One thing was for certain, though. Eric had been much more dilligent about his guitar playing over the years. John had to practice more if they were going to hang out again. Still, there were other matters to still attend, and John was dilligent in keeping to his sire's expectations, and to Pam's. He wouldn't have put his duties and training ahead of recreation, even if he could.
He was in the midst of said training, practicing his pursuasion on a young woman who'd been walking down the street outside the manor. He'd already had his fill from the TruBlood, prefering not to practice glamour while hungry (at least, not unsupervised). He was finding the skill somewhat difficult to pick up. Still, he was working on it. He didn't want to let down his lineage by being terrible at such an important skill.
This girl had been simple enough to catch. John still wasn't as much of a predator as Pam could be, so after a semi pleasant and very honest conversation, till John was sure she was fully under his control, he released the girl and sent her home in a pleasant daze, kissing her forehead and remembering Pam's lessons on spreading the good feelings that would somewhat make up for his intrusion on her mind.
As the girl walked away in a daze, John heard his name, and a shift in the breeze delivered a familiar scent. He turned, pulling his denim jacket up slightly, and then smiled at Mel. His sister's... friend, or whatever she was, was always a welcome sight. Even if she did have a particular talent for getting John into trouble.
"Mel," he said, stepping over to her. "Good evening."