Once they were off the street, Janette leaned him against the wall. Well, leaned... pinned, almost the same thing. "They do like blood, yes," she agreed, "but there's nothing to be afraid of." Her eyes flashed to yellow-amber as she moved the handkerchief away so she could get a look. The blood was slowing, but the wound wasn't healing on its own, and she couldn't make him forget about vampires or the attack, if there was proof of it there on his neck for him to see and feel.

She'd have to heal him. "This won't hurt at all," she said, keeping her eyes on his as she nicked her thumb on a fang and dragged her blood over the bite. The marks healed in a matter of seconds, not leaving so much as a bruise.