[ The man who had approached had been his feeder at events such as this in the past, and he should have anticipated this.. of course, he should've anticipated this; but he had note quite anticipated the possession of Bren stepping forward, nor the way that there was something feral that rippled underneath the surface. He smoothly interceded though his hand remained quite on Bren's forearm as he spoke. ]

I will not require your services. [ Essek spoke this quietly, softly-- not want to cause a scene in the middle of the ballroom floor; and thus he provided assurance as well as much-needed labeling of what Bren was to him. ] My mate will take care of my needs for the foreseeable future but thank you for offering nevertheless.

[ He was after all a polite one. Essek glanced up at Bren, at the shadow of gold in blue and he leaned forward a little bit; this would likely have to be a discussion of what would be acceptable-- but he knew that he could just as easily import blood, it did not need to be from the source when all feedings paled to the orgasm of Bren's sanguine essence on his tongue.

The man nodded in understanding and then quickly took his leave, but not without a wary look at Bren. ]

Shall we take a walk, Chathtiu?

[ And gods above, it would be the drowpire's pleasure to provide assurances to his love if needed. ]