He shook his head. "I... I won't attack you. I don't... Like violence. Only he does. I... I don't want to hurt anyone." he replied, his gaze sliding up, and one hand sliding up to his temples, moving a few strings of hair behind his ear. Only then he noticed that the hand was covered in blood - and panicked.<br/><br/>Climbing to his feet with a surprising his speed, he scrambled over to the other end of the room, stumbling and brushing his side against the wall, to grab the ripped shirt and immediately wrap it over it. It was not safe for him to ever perceive blood, not even his own, especially not in such a disturbed state. The wolf might use his situation against him to set himself free, and he couldn't let that happen, because it would surely cost him his life. But now that he could no longer see the crimson upon his pale skin, he calmed down.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I keep my word. You have my word on that." he smiled nervously, dropping the hand back down in an attempt to get his attention off it. "That is... As long as I don't see any blood. I've got... A problem with it." he admitted.