@veilmetricked; for ezra to have a bite (or more) out of joachim at the masquerade ball.
if the masquerade was a buffet, he just needed to have a first bite before he got going. and once ezra got going, it was hard for him to stop. release your inhibitions, feel the rain on your skin and all that. he'd been exchanging glances with someone across the main hall for the better part of the evening; multiple times, ezra had seen him go into rooms with a different person and come out soon after. he could respect that — it wasn't a competition per see but the incubus was mirroring that, albeit at a slower pace, taking his time to feed as he went.
ezra however, was curious as to the nature of the man in question; surely a supernatural being too but what kind exactly eluded him. it was possible the other was an incubus too, but there were way too many other options. the door to the room opened and some twink exited, nearly bumping into him. a hand on the young man's shoulder (though they just looked young... in this town you'd never really know now could you?) to steady him before leaving him to his own devices. ezra could sense he'd been drained, tired out — clearly not food for him; and besides those weren't his type anyway. he far preferred studs like the guy he'd been eye-fucking all evening; they usually lasted longer and had way more for him to devour. the incubus then elegantly sidestepped straight into the room, leaning against the frame. his smile was all teeth, predatory but grinning. "now, don't you think it's time to choose someone that could keep up with you? the poor boy looked astoundingly haggard."