Your boyfriend, stood impatiently as waited for you to finish your meal. His foot tapped restlessly against the floor as you released the lifeless body you held.

Your fangs retracted from the victim, Scaramouche's irritation was evident. He couldn't help but feel envious that you had chosen to feast on someone other than him; he'd never admit this.

"Come on, let's go already before we attract any unwanted attention," he grumbled, grabbing your arm hastily to lead you away from the scene.