Jason was hunting, and Jean-Claude was pacing through the streets. He'd fed, briefly, but it was not enough, rarely enough here, separated from his people, his club, but not from the ever-demanding ardeur.
It was the emotion that caught him first, flare of need scented across the night air, and he stopped, turning slowly, his eyes finding the pale girl easily enough in the glow of streetlights. "It is not safe to walk the streets alone," he said sofly. "Even in this place."