Asael's presence wasn't required for the feeding, but he followed after them anyway. This inn room was similar to the one the Incubus was sleeping in; the decorations were pink and purple, colorful lanterns providing gentle lighting.
Kath'tan sat on the large bed, having no need to unbutton his sleeve buttons because he hadn't done them up to begin with. He simply shrugged off his overcoat and rolled up his sleeve, offering his hand.
Dulce sat next to him, taking the large claw offered him. He had to hold the Demon's large hand with both of his, "I apologize, this will sting a bit," He said with genuine concern, an emotion wasted on a Fiend.
Kath'tan barely felt the Vampire's delicate fangs... How strange, if any other Vampire had hinted at taking a drink of his loathed blood, he would have decimated them.
The Vampire certainly didn't care about the color of his blood, his movements skittish as he lowered his head.
