What a perfectly delightful little toy Raylin was. Her efforts to be brave, to pretend as if that fear had not gripped her heart and consumed her soul were almost....amusing. Darcy, in that moment, was almost assured he understood why those cats his mistress kept liked to toy with their food. Those mice had nowhere to run, no way to escape and yet they tried to do just that every time the cat lifted its paw. It was a game that never got old. Raylin, with her sad little effort at defiance was like a mouse that continued to run. That predatory vampire so continually finding himself....drawn to her desperation. Oh how her little heart only pumped that blood faster and faster around her body. Blood tainted by fear and adrenaline was all the more sweet upon his tongue. Her efforts to stop herself from fleeing when her body so clearly desired to were almost admirable. She had spine- for a woman and yet that very courage only seemed to ensnare her in a trap of her own making. Too stubborn to run. Not that it would have done her any good. Her speed was no match for his own. It was almost a shame she hadn't tried though. Darcy could hardly remember the last time he'd been forced to run for his food. Syn, with its bustling bar and overcrowded rooms was all but bursting with prey to drunk or stupid or high to flee from him. That blood he craved was quite literally on tap. How rare that he ever needed to hunt and yet...how he had missed this.

Her skin was decidedly soft. That feel of her cheek at his fingertips was almost distracting in softness and yet how that very touch only increased his hunger with the feeling of warmth that radiated from her figure. A warmth his own body craved and yet could hardly hold. Her voice shook as she made every effort to answer that question he'd posed before his hand released her. Raylin's own hand lifted to rub at her cheek, as if such a gesture might wipe the feeling of him away. Her voice held its defiance and yet her body leaned away from him near instinctively. Her each and every moment watched with that predatory fascination. Hmmm. Perhaps he had toyed with her enough. Perhaps he should merely just finish her and be on his way. He could hardly torment her forever- as appealing as the idea was. Her body seemed to shudder then, the beginnings of a nervous sweat very lightly appearing at her temples. That fer response having gripped her femanine form in full. Her scent only increased all the more until saliva began to pool upon his tongue once more. Perhaps they had played games long enough.

Raylin's sudden words prompted his mismatched gaze to flicker away from the pulse he was assured he could see at her neck and toward her own gaze. Why was he like this? Were they truly the words she had chosen to be her last? In all she might offer, in all she might say, she had chosen to ask him that? Darcy could hardly prevent that chuckle that rose within his throat. That sound was hardly pleasant and yet holds genuine amusement all at once.

" 'Cause im 'ungry."

It was true, after all. His mood was often affected by how hungry he was. Then again, Risque so constantly teased that he was always hungry. Darcy one of the few within Syn who never seemed sated. Never full. Never having had enough no matter how often he fed. The vampire rose easily to his feet once more, his gaze content to linger upon the young woman before him as she lifted that flask to her lips to take that final drink. The vampire, in that moment, oblivious to her plan to attempt to reach her bag. The young woman content to insist most people would willingly feed a vampire if only they asked. Those words, in the very least, seemed to prompt the faintest touch of....intrigue to Darcy's features. In what world did she live in which most beings turned their neck for a vampire? Willing victims were in desperately short supply. Those who were willing were so often oblivious to the notion that more than one type of vampire existed and that not all possessed an intoxicating venom that made that feeding experience almost...pleasurable. How easily that simper found his lips then. That look was hardly kind and yet how readily a new game seemed to dance at the forefront of his mind. Raylin thought the world was full of willing victims did she? Perhaps he would test her own theory. His hand lifted then, gesturing for her to come closer.

"Alright den. I wanna a bite."

Most people were willing, she had said. Perhaps it was time to see how willing. Darcy hardly caring to inform her of his lack of venom to soften that bite. His fangs unlike any other vampire within that city.....

"You ain't lying to me 'bout wantin' to share now were yar?"

We are rough men and used to rough ways.