Alyxander chuckled a bit playfully. "I was just teasing. I knew you'd probably still be nearby at least." He replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn't seem flustered at being only half dressed, as he wasn't wearing a shirt. He wasn't shy, but knew better than to be under-dressed as it was considered improper. He figured Kate wouldn't mind much, as when she'd found him his shirt had been tattered and ripped. He gently took the mug of fresh blood, smiling gratefully. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness." He replied before taking a sip of it, then putting it aside on the table beside his bed. The only problem with not wearing a shirt and Kate being around was the fact that she could see the fully extent of his scars and wounds; he'd been trying to convince her he was fine, but he looked worse than he claimed he was... he knew she'd worry. Besides the new wounds, the old scars and even the brand on his shoulder were visible as well.