He was panicked. It was so very obvious. Were he slightly less stoic, he might have fainted or peed himself or something else that would have been very very embarassing should it ever get out. Not that Ribbon would ever tell. She'd keep the secret if only because she didn't talk.
Still, the reaction amused her.
So close, so very menacing. With teeth like those, it wasn't hard to believe how easily she managed to take chunks of flesh off of others. Yet she seemed to be watching him intently before rubbing her cheek against his, taking a bit of the blood streak onto her own skin. It was a band of red rapidly turning black on pale skin.
Then she simply went up, back up into the false ceiling. Let him take her actions however he wished. In fact, he could almost forget that it had even happened except for one thing. The bottle of Amaretto was gone.