He felt helpless, something he really couldn't stand, but he tried again anyway. "Look." He turned his head, putting a forefinger to his lip. "It's not like you ate half my face," he said, and he reached for her hand again, determined not to let her pull it back.
"Hell. I've been bit harder than that, anyway." He reached and touched her cheek, then stroked her hair.
"It's just new, yeah? So, you work at it. Get control, like. I saw your face earlier. I know what you drank when you went in the back." He wiped a thumb over his lip again, barely getting a drop now. "So. You go slower. A little at a time."
He wasn't sure why he was so determined, here. Maybe it was because he'd seen her half-dead in the streets. Maybe it was because she'd charged him for the view. He just knew he wanted to help her, somehow. "A little at a time," he repeated, then bent and brushed his lips past hers.