James sighed. "Damien will be just fine." He said to her with a kind smile. He glanced at his resting son. "Stubborn as always it seems..." He murmured quietly. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the girl with very serious multicolored eyes. "You aren't going to like me for this..you might even hate me." He said rather bluntly. "If he refuses to drink, don't fight with him- let him experience blood lust. I need him to." James said to her. "It's a lesson to teach my son just how dangerous it is to allow himself to fall to that level- do you understand?" He spoke to her in a stern yet concerned voice.