"... Oh. Shit, like a vampire?" Duh, Galen, of course like a vampire. He shakes his head; he wouldn't attack anyone, either, if he could help it, but he's read enough vampire-related shit to know that if she's hungry, she won't be able to resist. Just like he won't. Fuck.

"Let me help. If this thing fixed my eyes, I can probably handle a cut, right?" Hell, he's still offering, even if he's wrong.