He stared up at him quietly as the man spoke, though as he looked at the healed arm and the fangs he supposed he couldn't really form a better idea. His tongue grazed the fangs now inside his own mouth as well, but he didn't make a show of that and instead just looked to the man's hand before pushing it away again... But he did stand up and wipe the tears away roughly with his sleeve. "Shove it." He muttered tersely, but he wans't running away anymore, he honestly just didn't have the energy. This was all just so... So messed up.<br/><br/>"Let's just get out of here." He stated, and while he was still unsteady the bit of blood had helped to ensure his feet would at least stay under him... If still a bit like jello. "So, what? Going to some old warehouse with a coffin or something?" He asked, his tone still scathing. Clearly he didn't really trust the other, but he also didn't trust staying out on the streets tonight. He'd decided to go along because the guy wouldn't leave him alone... Right, not because he believed all this crazy vampire stuff... At least he was telling himself that for now.