Long before being stolen from his world, Blaine had made cursory attempts at learning Russian. Renee had known Russian, was part Russian in fact, and it was a language that Russell had also picked up. With no chance of ever going home the older blonde had spiraled the few phrases he knew to hit on men into fluency. He was working on getting rid of his accent, but he spoke it well enough he would be able to survive if required.

He didn't need to know Russian to understand what the pain and rage in Joslin's voice translated to.

On the heels of those words came the action. Blaine's immediate response was to redirect the energy and throw Joslin to the side, but he stopped mid-motion and let Joslin's teeth snap down on his wrist, worrying it and letting blood flow. A resigned snarl bared his teeth as he kept his neck well away from the furious Russian mouth while wrangling him to the ground. Even though he was a trained fighter Joslin wasn't used to his own speed or strength and Blaine had an easier time getting Joslin onto his back than he had when he was a newly minted ghoul and Joslin only human.

It also helped that the blood flowing into Joslin's mouth was very distracting, even though Blaine didn't want to be feeding the fledgling his blood. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down into the painfully familiar face twisted in an expression unsuited to Joslin's normal calm. He had heard nothing in the surrounding area but he knew Matthew was there. He was waiting for something before he revealed himself, but Blaine didn't bother to wait until he could look Matt in the eye before he said in French, "Fuck you and your selfishness, Matthew."

It didn't matter if he said it now or later. The response from his 'sire' would be the same: remorseless.