[He perks up a little bit, at her complementing him. It's not like he wants to get good with his powers... but hey, encouragement feels good.

It's not a long-lived enjoyment, anyway. Because she looks like she's having a rough time with sitting up, and he feels bad for her to be going through changes as bad as this.

He crouches down in front of her, and looks at the blood staining the floor for a moment, before shrugging.]

This place was bound to get messy anyway. I only got to eat.. souls, to keep livin' but you... [His glowing eyes narrow a little, and he sticks out his tongue in disgust.]

I just hope you don't do that thing that cats do. Y'know, bringin' in dead stuff as presents or whatever.