Ami's fear of the dragonian figure would have normally elicited a protective response, but as she effectively summoned her own weapons and apparently chased him off, Donatien saw no need. Besides, Hattori was so deliciously drunk. Cringing slightly at the clink of the glass against the counter, Donatien inched just a bit closer to the inebriated prince.
"I do hope you'll forgive me, Hattori."
Forgive him for what? Why, for the way his mouth was suddenly at the royal son's throat, fangs piercing their way into his tender flesh. Donatien's arms wrapped vise-like around Hanzo, pulling his warm body close against his own icy figure. As the first warm droplets splashed over his tongue he couldn't stifle a low moan of pleasure.