"Cute." He snorted and helped his brother sit up carefully. The smell of his blood was mildly distracting, but he didn't dwell on it. Fortunately, his instinct to protect Sam was stronger than his need to feed right now, even though he'd skipped feeding after he woke up tonight. "Had enough fun for one night? I'd like to leave now."

Except that behind him, he heard the rustle of fabric and the crunching of glass under foot...