John slowly rose to his feet and began wiping his face, "Don't worry, this isn't mine. Just after Don left I got blindsided by a boar, it was all pretty much a blur, and before I knew it I was drinking the poor beast dry like some sort of juice box." he explained as he reached down and picked up his lance. The dampyre opened his mouth to mention how draining the boar had made him feel stronger when an intoxicating odor hit him, "That...that smell..." John said with a slight rasp as he inhaled deeply and slowly looked to James with glowing red eyes. John watched as blood dripped from the barbarian and swallowed audibly as he felt himself being overcome by an unsettling urge to try and feed off of the armor clad barbarian, "We can discuss what happened later Zaf'. I think it'd be a good idea if I got some fresh air." John said before bolting from the room in a blur of motion, determined to get some distance between him and James before he did something that would likely get him and the barbarian severely hurt.