Konstantin lifts his eyes at that, looking her over — sticky blood drying, the remnants of an act that seems almost inhuman. He's reminded again of Bigby and Kieren. And what he would look like if he fed the way the alien does — if he didn't try so hard to use cups and bowls and pretend like the pulpy mix of brains and blood he has to feed to the thing can be a normal, civilised act.

"I would. It's not your fault. You're doing what you have to do." He does sincerely believe that, and he nods, before risking a little smile.

"Blood looks scarier than it is, anyway. If you smile even when you're covered in rabbits, you're sure to win everyone's hearts."