[ He laughs and ducks his head with it, as perfectly genuine in his reaction to her threat as if she had told a funny joke. It’s not as if he doubts she could. Why, he can still bleed, after all. But she would not have the advantage of him being restricted to his human form. Her thoughts are correct, because he’d surely put on a show of bleeding and letting her think she’s won before responding with viciousness to match it.

But of course, not here and not now. He’s only a gentleman, and it’s why as he draws back up, it’s with a little shrug. ]

Do you not think so?

[ He’s tempted to taunt her more viciously, but he holds back. It would be boring to have the conversation stop just as it’s started. ]

Well, you may be right about caring, but that is not so surprising. It is not an emotion I am capable of feeling. [ besides for his cats, but, ] May I say I am interested instead?