The thirst has also hit Hickey. A thirst which he loathes. He's been hungry once. He doesn't want to feel that way again.
So when he sees Methos slip away from the dining room, he waits for a moment, letting himself come to a lull in the conversation, before he slips away as well. It's easy enough to track the man: Hickey's gotten better at searching by scent. And when he finds him, he's just so relieved that he's alone.
He's figured out that blood satiates it. And right here he's got a lovely little target.
Not that he's giving his intentions away just yet. Hickey gives Methos a wry little smile and a nod. It's a slightly shifty smile but relatively harmless. Just a bit creepy. "Wanted some breathing room as well? Won't lie, this sort of big community dinner isn't really my scene."
fuel to the fire
So when he sees Methos slip away from the dining room, he waits for a moment, letting himself come to a lull in the conversation, before he slips away as well. It's easy enough to track the man: Hickey's gotten better at searching by scent. And when he finds him, he's just so relieved that he's alone.
He's figured out that blood satiates it. And right here he's got a lovely little target.
Not that he's giving his intentions away just yet. Hickey gives Methos a wry little smile and a nod. It's a slightly shifty smile but relatively harmless. Just a bit creepy. "Wanted some breathing room as well? Won't lie, this sort of big community dinner isn't really my scene."