Flynn straightens up quickly and dusts himself off in search for some dignity. The growly voice is disconcerting and his heart would be hammering in his chest by now – if it were still beating. Nevertheless, just because he doesn't have a pulse that can pick up doesn't mean he can't feel fear.

"It's probably your instincts reacting to, uh... me." Flynn watches him uneasily. "You're not gonna attack me, are you?" Backing off a little, just in case.

"I'm not dangerous." He sounds stunned, almost perplexed by the idea. "I have a freezer full of blood bags like the world's most ridiculous Capri Sun collection. I don't even want to be a vampire."