Her attitude changed and his eyes snapped right to her. Was she actually worried for him? That was a first...well a second. It didn't happen often for the Russian so he was a bit taken back by her reaction. For a few moments he didn't even know what to say.<br/><br/>“Alright.”<br/><br/>It was all he managed to say as he moved to follow her back to the hotel. A good deal of his wounds were closing up already. Some that were inflicted by claws were slow to heal, those on his chest and face. The bleeding had slowed on those but they could use some tending to. Once inside there were certainly some looks. But he was following her and her face or actions didn't for one moment show she was in danger from him. He would follow her through the lobby staying silent if she needed to speak to any of the staff and head up to her room where ever it was.<br/><br/>He walked into her room and took post by the door, standing in an at ease position arms folded behind his back. She'd probably bark at him to do something like take off his shirt, and he would do so when she asked. In a few moments he'd be bare chested, his upper torso very well maintained and lean muscles defined and scores of scars seen. He was a warrior, they were all earned through different battles. Some small and neat and others looked like they would have killed a normal human outright and a whole range in between.<br/><br/>“I would have been okay.”<br/><br/>He would say softly as she inspected the wounds.