Pookie's dark gaze had followed the man, boring into him as he made his way over from the door. He didn't care for the way people kept ogling Vanderly, it wasn't appropriate. His great mass shifted ever so slightly, his body ached. No doubt the tensing of muscles during their bit of fun had played a part in his wounds reopening, among other things. He would have moved to shield Van from the healer's gaze but his hands/paws were still bound.