Abraham shrugged, a little unwilling to share that information. [I]Things like this,[/I] he remembered being told, [i]always stay secret. [/I] It wasn't an unpleasant memory, but it was hardly something that would make him smile. "It's a family... Tradition." He murmured eventually, his voice low. It made him sound ashamed of what his family did, and he supposed he was. As far as she was concerned, she'd just witnessed a murder. 

"Are you sure you're alright, though?" He asked, remembering her wiping blood off her hands, on to her jeans. "If you need to get checked out, I'll make sure you get there." The offer made him feel sane, like everyone offered to help a girl who had just been attacked to the hospital. She was probably a student, training in something normal. He didn't want to admit his jealousy. He probably shouldn't acknowledge it at all. He should've stayed relaxed, prepared and detached. God forbid that he ever had feelings.