[Ah. Reflexively, Dorian reached again to cover the wound, pulling his shirt-sleeve down to staunch blood flow, palm kept pressed as firm as he could bear. He should count himself lucky he hadn't inspired another fit of compulsion in the vampire.]

I see. Then, there it is yourself: if you were not as sensitive as you feel now, you would not have attacked me.

[It wasn't as though he had proof. He knew nothing about this man and what he was capable, knew even less of what it meant to be a vampire from whatever world he came, but the logic was reasonable if one considered it a struggle of will. To give in, or hold out.]

It's possible it may wear off. I can't say for how long. Though it has never happened to me personally, I have heard it described - consuming something untoward, scenting something strange in this place... and then becoming suddenly possessed of an uncontrollable urge. Usually for sex. I suppose I can't say whether vampirism falls into that category.

[Then again, he could be off base completely. Perhaps this was an ailment beyond the likes of Duplicity's doing.]