Drinking his blood is gross to him, but he doesn't need to think about it. He never tasted it, and it didn't hurt all too much... He shakes his head with a smile, simply sitting across from her. It's good to see her eating.

"I was fine. I've had worse attacks than that during the war..." he says it casually like it's not really a big deal to talk about. Like that bite, it's all in the past now.