[What was a little blood sucking between pals, huh? Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't used to people trying to kill him. Other vampires, even. Maybe he just hadn't expected them here. But, that was the thing about new experiences.

He watched how the other man pulled himself together, slowly, and how he seemed to want the residual blood to be anywhere but on or around him. Something to note and remember.]

Why not? That's kind of the point of compulsion, buddy. Snatch, eat, erase. Then they toddle off home and think nothing of it. Unless I feel like making a mess of it. Then it's more like snatch, eat, hide the body.