It's not to be though. Eponine moves with him, essentially backing him into a wall. Too many times has she been in that position, trapped against the rough brick of an alleyway or a ginnel. Tonight, though, she is the aggressor.

She moves to touch Waldo's hair, pulling her long, skeletal fingers through his curls, and pulling his head back, just a little, so he looks up at the sky.

She can see the vein in his neck pulsing away, and it's just too tempting. With a brief smile, she leans in to kiss him, sucking gently on the skin of his throat, though not biting. Not yet.

"It don't taste as good as fae blood, but food is food, and I shall eat anything," she mutters. Hastily, she looks around. Joss and Cesare will kill her if they spot her feeding on another human. But what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't lust after.

"Don't scream, M'sieur, and I shall do whatever you like after. Now, be still, or you shall die and I will be in trouble. It won't hurt, much."

And Eponine goes to sink her teeth into Waldo's neck.