Ruvin sighs as the human bolts away from him. It shouldn't be tiresome since he enjoys hunting. But there's no sport in it when it's inevitable that the human will be caught. They're weaker and slower than even a neonate vampire. Well, at least Opal's prey instincts are strong, like a little rabbit. For a moment, Ruvin just watches him, watches his shape getting further and further away.

Until he's right beside him once more, vise-like grip around his wrist.

"Is that what you consider enjoyment?"