A silly old man.
Samuel blinked, watching the small wave of chaos erupt around them. Dominic, in his kindness, summoned... a fan? Very cute, he thought, smiling gently at the boy's effort. As for Jaime, ruining his pants with claws was no way to behave at a tea party so he rose.
And, as if he were still a leader over the vampire, he approached, hands coming to Jaime's shoulders, his eyes clouding out similarly to Dominic (another similarity that Samuel could hardly miss). If the vampire did not immediately reel from his light touch, Samuel would offer to heal him, enveloping him in a familiar healing energy.
How long had it been since Samuel had to heal him.
It brought Samuel no joy, he hated it, hated seeing people hurt, and more so, his years in captivity only made using his powers painful.