He's going to continue to use Foster's dumb face to shove him back until he's content with the distance. He's uncomfortable now and he wants to rectify that. He doesn't care where the napkin like cloth ends up as he tosses it to the side and reclines once more on the plush seating that lines the car. He snorts a little at the ridiculous assessment along with the way he speaks about it so carelessly.

"I was about to ask you the same thing actually," because it is absurd that he would have any sort of blood affinity loss at all. If he knew what was going through Foster's head he would question it and hard. He was anything but pure or worth the self worth.

"I could essentially rearrange all of your blood to be outside your body in a moment's notice if I wished but you can be assured I have can inhibit any of my own blood to end up on you."