Silverlight Terrace Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood.

The reaction does not surprise him and his elevated foot lifts a few more centimeters, a spin of one foot; all he needs is a loaded movement to sprint away. He only banks on her injury makes his hide not so worthwhile. Still, he has entertained her for a moment longer and he focuses on the subtle movements.
 
“I figure we could help each other out,” he offers, hoping it’s enough to keep her attention off him and redirect it to her own benefit. “I help the infection, you help me out?” he suggests, ears cupped forward and a small attempt to ease some of the tension building up.