John snorted, shaking his head. "Phantom," he repeated with scorn. "It was a lousy answer the first time, too."
He watched the way Eric moved back, and recognized that he was being lured away from the carnage. He had little motivation to follow the other, but he did, sticking his hands in his jeans' pockets. It didn't seem to matter that it only served to further cover him in mess, he was already bloody enough to need a change of clothes.
He didn't buy the weakness for a second, but though the fangs wouldn't rescind for a while at least, he didn't move more aggressively. Just attentively, staring hard at the other. "And what makes you think I need to calm down? Or that I'm not alright? You're the one who seems upset."