It almost felt like things were back to normal between them. He was teasing, and Seojin-a was doing his best not to find it amusing—but the laugh, and sometimes even a smile, would always win out. And... less endearing but also normal, the vampire was lying to try to make Ahn-Bo think him more chivalrous. Although in this case, it technically hadn't been a lie. The elbow hadn't been meant for his chin. It had been meant for his face. The face was now being turned slightly so that Seojin-a would have a better view of the bruise he'd caused. Ahn-Bo ignored the mortifying urge to nuzzle against his hand, like a dog or something else equally ridiculous with no dignity. Even with the vampire's cold fingers beneath his jaw, he felt his cheeks grow warm. Now who was the one blushing?

"I'll have to take your word for it—I haven't seen it," he admitted, doing his best to hold still before Seojin-a realized he was still touching him. As for the question of how he was feeling, "I'm on the mend. Still tired, less sore, no longer hungry." Ahn-Bo grinned, unable to help himself as he continued, "Just give it to me straight—am I more, less, or the same amount of handsome now that I've been roughed up?" Maybe it made him look more rugged and mysterious. His gaze fell to the bandage on Seojin-a's arm and softened, "How's your arm?"