"Mishap with the lighter?" He frowns, though he knows too well that the smell of ash coming off of her isn't synonymous with cigarettes, nor burning skin. Though now that he was thinking about it, his smelling wasn't quite as keen as it was earlier, either, as if someone had jammed cotton up his nose, but maybe that was to do with the whiskey or... whatever it was he drank.

"What? No! Of course I didn't turn you into a vampire!" Oh god had she found out he tried to back in New Orleans? "I wouldn't!" He frowns, shifting himself to sit properly and look at her. She looks to be a little pale. His frown deepens. "Do me a favour? Show me your teeth?"