When she mentioned the burn on his wrist he looked away briefly before he removed his hand from her cheek and slid it out of her sight. He gripped the neck of his vodka bottle slightly harder and closed his eyes before taking a sip of the clear liquid. â€œLetâ€™s just say youâ€™re not the only one whose family disapproves of our actions.â€ He told her in a slightly sharper tone, making it crystal clear he didnâ€™t want to talk about it. The last thing he wanted was for her to meet his father; she would more than likely end up dead. His father was a scary man and quite frankly Deziel was terrified of him. Even the very thought of him brought him more anger and resentment and not just because of the wrist injury. That burn was actually quite gentle compared of some of the things he has been put through because of his fatherâ€™s strict ways.<br/><br/>After he took another sip of his vodka, frowning a bit when he realized he was almost out already, his expression softened again and he smiled at her. â€œThereâ€™s a room upstairs youâ€™re welcome to use,â€ The room was a bit messy but she didnâ€™t need to know that, plus it was better than staying down here. He wanted to see her face more, he needed to see her face, and while it was not too much of a hike to come down here he wanted her to feel a bit more comfortable. But he also wanted her to be comfortable because he did not want her running off. He knew if she was not satisfied she would slip away from his grasp and he would not have that. Kissing her like he did was a huge risk and if he lost her he would have received this injury from his father for nothing.<br/><br/>Frowning at her, he put his hand against her cheek again, looking at the bite wounds on her neck. â€œIâ€™ve made quite a mess it seems. We should get you cleaned up,â€ he said with a hint of apology in his voice, knowing he was still covered in her blood. He was still holding to the belief that his emotions were all over the place, which they were, when he realized just how sorry he felt when he took notice to the damage he had done. Yet there was a part of him that wanted to taste her blood again because the concept of being sorry was also somewhat strange to him; being the way he was he never truly apologized for anything unless it was his father or another demon more powerful than he was he was giving the apology to.<br/><br/>He held that part of him back, thinking to himself that he would definitely need to go out hunting again later.<br/><br/>After he decided to finish off the rest of his vodka he stood form the bed and offered her a hand, â€œLet me help you up, you still look pale and I can tell from your scent you havenâ€™t completely regained your strength.â€ That being said he probably should not have offered her vodka to drink. He knew it was not the best thing after losing as much blood as she did, but he wasnâ€™t a doctor so what the hell did he care as long as he could make her comfortable. Right now he just wanted her to be comfortableâ€¦ and he wanted her to trust him enough so he could have her here with him.