[Evil Tink]

Artemis was going to interject, but then he showed her his bloody hand. She had forgotten he was injured. She didn't move a muscle, her gaze aimed at his face. She forced her vision to tunnel, trying to avoid seeing his hand. The smell was irresistible. She forced herself to ignore her instinct to grab him and bite him. She had to prove him wrong. She had no other option now.

She reached up and grabbed his hand, gently, with her right hand while her left went for her pocket. She pulled out a white handkerchief, bring it to his hand and swiftly wiping it off. When she was finished, she dropped the cloth and moved away. "Not all of us are homicidal beasts, Will. I was hoping your rational mind would let you see that, but I suppose I was wrong...for once."