Connecting gazes can be quite afflicting. Is it kind? Stagnant? A warning? Cold? Or is it the feeling that leaves your stomach filled with butterflies?
For Stephen Doningman, his connecting gaze with the Royal Vampire Micheal Minuak Sullivan, his very own son, was antonymous to one of butterflies. It ranged more with the absolute need to crave his blood. Watch him spill with fluid considered Royal and of utmost importance. Inflict the man in a way that would change the usually frosty and dull expression on Sullivan's face into something more satisfying.
Something more emotional.
Something relating to pain.
It also reminded the man of his past grievances. Of the fact that he failed to tame the beast in Sullivan. And most of all, the painful failure of killing his own son.
