"Don't cough too much, you'll lose too much blood."  The odd thing is, the cut, while painful and clearly a deep cut, is not too bloody.  "Oh, you noticed that, hmm?  I see you looking at your hands.  No, this special thing cauterizes as it cuts.  Saves the tasty blood that way."  Stepping close, he fast as an eyeblink slashed at Naomi's hand, lopping it off at the wrist.  It cut cleanly, effortlessly; indeed, she felt the barest tug, then her arm felt lighter.  Indeed, other than some minor leaking, no blood gushed forth.<br/><br/>"Now, if you want blood, it would be something like this..." Moving fast as an eyeblink, Allan grabbed one of Naomi's own tools, a filleting knife, and jammed it through the palm of her other hand, then pushed it hard, driving the knife into the wall and pinning the hand there.  He began to feel himself slow to his normal speed, which was not eyeblink fast, but was still many times quicker than a human could manage.  He inhaled deeply as the blood trickled from her hand.  "Ah, that's the stuff."<br/><br/>Stepping back out of kicking range, he reached up and pulled off hood and goggles, confident now.  Handsome, pale face, sandy brown hair, and sharp, glittering green eyes.  He also had prominent fangs in his smiling mouth.