His eyes go back to her face to catch her hollowed smile, a glint in his eye of slight frustration shines through as he slowly becomes impatient. “Your curiosity and ‘concern’ are much appreciated…” he trails off as he looks her over again noting the scars again, ‘obviously a fighter’ “I never caught your name, since we are striking up pleasantries might as well know one another.” He suggests to her trying to glean more information from her subtly. If he was going to be spending time in this area he might as well get to know the locals and know who to watch out for.

He laps at the trickling blood as it crosses over his lips and smiles his teeth staining with his own life blood. “These cuts?” he asks her at the mention of them, “’Tis but only mere flesh wounds, nothing I cant handle.” He says cockily, knowing full well he has had some that have gone straight down to the bone before and still he lives.
"Talks like this."

Now is the time, now is the hour.
To take back my heart, to take back my power.
This is the moment to break your spell.
I see right through you...