"Ah..." He's already taken plenty of time to look at the bruises on her neck, the bite mark creeping up on her shoulder. Instead, he glances up, as close to apologetic as he seems to get. "Sorry about that. I can fix that up, if you'd like. And make you something to eat, too." Though he's not... the best cook, he's pretty sure he could manage breakfast, or at least get her some.

He doesn't reply immediately to her concern, instead leaning over and planting a light kiss under her jaw. The light bruise there begins to disappear, in much the way that her marks did the night before.

He explains when he pulls away, though. "Yeah, there's... a morning-after medicine in it, from my world." He doesn't think he has to say much more than that, and subsequently takes another sip of his own, normal coffee.