An unwilling helper was still a helper, in this case. She didn't seem pleased by his presence nor by his requirements, and Devin couldn't blame her. He's not particularly pleased by either of those things himself. His monstrous nature was not something he'll ever deny.

Devin followed the woman with ease, drifting through the crowd without so much as touching another person - one of the few traits he liked about being a vampire was the physical grace it provided.

"If it eases your mind any," he began after a minute or two, "I prefer not to consume from the vein. It's safer, by far, and less unpleasant for all parties involved."