"No need to get scared, Evon. I may not look it, but I'm the oldest of this group. And the strongest. In another hundred to two hundred years I think I'll even be counted as an elder." He wasn't sure about his age any more. Somewhere between 800 and 1000 years old at least. And any vampire above 1000 years old received the title 'elder'. Right now there were about half a dozen elders in Great Britain.

The two headed inside when Evon had the first aid kit. She didn't sound too sure about her skills, but Mathias trusted her enough to do this. It wasn't a severe wound anyway. Only about 2 inches deep and the blade wasn't serrated. "I don't think so." He replied when Evon asked about any bleeding. At least, it's still bleeding a little bit I think." He took off his jacket and blouse, glancing at her for a moment. Her eyes were avoiding something, though he wasn't sure what right away. That is, until she started to clean the wound. He grinned a little, finally remembering that kind of look in a woman's eyes.

"It's okay to...ah...how do youngsters say it? 'Check me out'? I'm not one to boast about being sexy. But I do consider it a compliment if women look at me in such a fashion. Besides, it would be hard to bandage me without watching what and where you're doing it. 

(Sorry it took so long. Had a lack of inspiration for a day or two.)