He watches her intently, moving about the table and collecting some items. Leaning forward, he unbuttons his tailored jacket, folds it across his lap and unbuttons a sleeve to roll it up, knowing she was interested in a blood sample. Although, her tests wouldn't show much of anything. He had no blood type, at least not in human standards.

"What's your scar there? It's like a letter..." Rude and not ginger, that was him. Always curious and wanting to know more.