Adrian thinks for a moment before he reached out to grab a big kitchen knife. It was kind of creepy how he rather calmly stabbed the thing into his own forearm while never looking away from her face.

He doesn't even bleed.

"They can't hurt me." he then repeats, before he has to rather forcibly yank the knife out. The blood that drops onto the counter isn't red either but more.. blue. Only a few droplets fall from the wound because it's sealing up too quickly to let any flow. He holds his arm up, letting her watch as the wounds on either side of his flesh knit and regrow.

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"Adrian...no!"

It happens so quickly, the chef's knife in his hand, the eerie look in his eyes and the swift movement of his hand forcing the blade into his arm. She screamed, surprised and stunned and not understanding what was happening. On her feet in an instant, dinner forgotten, she rushes to his side.

"Why did you do that...why..." but her concern is quickly shut off. Blue. For a moment, she finds herself marvelling about the few tiny drops of blue blood spattered on the counter top. It doesn't register in her head that there should be more for a moment but when it does, she grabs his arm. Beneath her fingertips, she can feel the wound heal.

"You...you're healing. You didn't even flinch..."

There's not even a mark and she stares at his arm.

"What are you?" She whispers the words, staring at his arm, running her thumb over the vanished wound as though she's touching something holy.

To her, she is.

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