That was bloody gorgeous, that was. The feel of an immortal dying beneath him, last few pulses of blood tipping onto his tongue. He felt Jack's heart stop and his body go still, and he pulled his fangs out gently.
He straightened up and stood back slightly, watching Ianto and the expression on his face as he watched Jack and waited for him to return. He wondered if that was what he looked like every time he drained Lane and waited over him.