Thank you. [Kyle's earnestness is instantly noted. By nature, he's not prone to returning the favor.]

No side effects yet. Unless you're counting the extra glass of gin at night to forget the griminess of that pit and being power-washed like a speedboat. [A cynical chuckle. Kyle knows what he's referring to, he's sure. He saw the man there, even if they didn't interact.]

He's fine, thank you. You helped a great deal by giving him that blood. [The edge and irreverence in his tone softens ever so slightly.] He's-- he wouldn't have fed otherwise.