At long last, Dorian says the magic words, and Toby lets out a satisfied sigh before opening his mouth wide and plunging his fangs into Dorian's neck. They sink into his flesh, blood bursts forth from the wounds, and Toby smiles in some open-mouthed blood-sucking manner. Then, he gnaws on Dorian's neck a bit to keep the punctures from closing up so quickly, before withdrawing his fangs just enough to lap at Dorian's wounds. He's quick to tease at them, poking his tongue in and out of them, and enjoying his Dorian Gray.

Toby simply loves the smell of Dorian, the taste of his blood, and everything else about him. No one else seems to appreciate Dorian quite the way Toby does, and he hopes it will always be this way. He always wants to be number one, the only real one, and everyone else could only ever be a momentary distraction. Nothing more.