He's pretty sure it's teeth, and in the kind of spot where a lover might have liked to leave a little memento. One eyebrow crawls up and up towards his hairline as the blood gets mopped away and the injury becomes more apparent. Still he says nothing about the nature of her wound. It is not the strangest thing he has seen, even if it ranks pretty high up on the list.

"Elena then." He glances at her and smiles before dabbing away at the site of the puncture wound itself, as gently as he can manage. Some old habits he has let go of fairly easily. Some he still holds onto. Far be it from him to be the one to let chivalry die in the 21st century.

"Watching you walk around alone so late in the evening makes me uncomfortable. This town isn't safe to be alone in at all, any time of day."