Breathe. Breathe. In and out. Let it go. He takes a long drink of beer, and then once he straightens again, he looks over at her for a moment. He holds out his other hand, which is empty until there's a beer in it. There. Kindness. Being nice. There's not even anything wrong with the beer.

"Probably a good idea to put some space between you and the edible things. Though there are so many supernaturals running around, maybe you could find a blood supply from someone who could take it."