Logan’s leg began bouncing, purely out of habit, his toes pressed against the floor. Most men did this, though none of them could explain why. The Vampire didn’t even notice he did it. His eyes settled on the female as she reported the way she felt, he took a moment to look her completely over. “Less achy is definitely better than achy…” Logan spoke after a few moments of silence. His hands had been released and one went through her hair.
“…I don’t know if you’re okay.” He admitted almost immediately after she asked before he was questioned again. The nine hundred and fifty year old man clicked his tongue, the sound echoing. “Of course we do. If there’s negative affects of this, we ought to know about it. I’d rather be prepared.”