Thanatos smelled the blood even before she approached, but he chose to ignore it until the smell began to grow closer and closer, hearing her at the door as he continued to practice his slashing. When her voice pierced the clanging of metal on metal, Thanatos drew the sword down and sheathed it into is scabbard near him. He set it on the table, his back still to her as he did so. Staring at the scabbard a moment, he just seemed to be contemplating something before finally speaking, "Do not interrupt me, when I am training, Pet."
He turned from the table though, nonetheless, and looked at her. A brow raising as he scanned over her, noting the blood on her and drenched in it. He smelled it, both of the scents, and moved towards her, looking at the arm she held and shook his head, "Why should I continue to allow you to shift if you're going to be reckless enough to hurt yourself? Maybe I'm beginning to be far too lenient on the both of you, you're getting bold."
Thanatos lifted his hand then and grabbed her arm, pulling it towards him to look at the wound, then dropped his other hand to her neck, tracing a finger through the blood and licked at it. A snarl exposed his distaste for it, and he shook his head, taking hold of her bleeding arm. He lifted it to his lips and licked at the blood trickling down her arm, staring at the girl, "Much better taste. What were you doing?"
He knew she was hunting, but he was curious as to what allowed her this mistake. He licked at the wound again, teasingly working his tongue against the lush fluid, staring down at her as his eyes filled with that blood lust.