He was smirking as she refused to rise to his bait. Pity, he would have liked a little bit of fun with her tonight. Ah well, he had a reason to come back again now, and that was all the more reason to keep her in one piece. She'd come round. He was, if nothing, persistent.
A little laugh did escape his lips. "Well I'm glad someone was taking notice of the rather shallow opinions of how you can judge someone's house by the number of pimples on their face." He really didn't care. Of course he was far more alluring now as a vampire and he held his head proud. "I have no intention of changing for the next few centuries either, pet."
He made no indications of leaving, leaning back against a bench as he watched her work. "You know, I might just have a very good reason to drop by again then." He heard her satisfied look as she tried not to be overwhelmed at the fumes, and coming up behind her, he leaned in close and took a long whiff.
"That smells better too," he added, asking if he could try a bit more. Taking the spoon, he merely dragged his finger along it (he wasn't in the mood for another glass, and in honesty, he was quite full. "Yes, much better. If you're running short of it too, you could probably dilute it a bit more, and it wouldn't do too much harm."
Why he was helping her out, he had no idea, but there was no point in wasting such a... convenient resource just yet.