When he was asked if what he was contributed to the reason he bit so hard during the sex, Ray felt his face heat up in embarrassment. That was probably the case, since sexual hunger and physical hunger tended to overlap with his species, but he hadn't done any lasting damage and doubted that he would in the future. For some reason, he found it easy enough to not just chomp down and tear into the flesh of his partners, even if he did tend to draw blood from them... "Probably," he admitted, then accepted the clothes back as he started to walk once more.<br/><br/>"I know you find supernatural creatures fascinating, so you probably are ready to explode with questions. At least, I am sure you are based on your time as a patient. Try to go slow, okay? Let's start off with the most obvious one: No, I haven't killed anyone in a long time. I don't remember the last time I actually killed for a meal, and I'd rather avoid doing so if at all possible," he commented as he had a feeling that his morning was now going to be taken up by a Q&A session. He guided Angel to the kitchen, wrapping an arm around the human to help support him for some of the trip. Once there, he pulled out a glass and filled it with ice and filtered water, then offered it to the teen.<br/><br/>"Feel free to take a seat, if you feel up to it. Otherwise, you can head through that door and lay down on the couch or something. Let me get your clothes going, then I guess we can figure out where to go from there. I mean... I don't expect you to fully believe me, yet. And I really don't want you winding up in a situation where you wind up missing because you were turned into someone's actual meal... You know?" He wasn't sure if he was making much sense right now. He was probably repeating himself, but the doctor was concerned. Though, if he were being honest, a little extra time with the delicious partner did not seem like a bad thing at all.