The response his question got answered several questions for Atreus and took him a little off the defensive. Whatever the man was, he didn't seem to be aware of what Atreus was, or at the very least didn't see anything of worth to be taken from fae. Which further backed up Atreus' assumption that the man wasn't a vampire. Who passed up free blood laced with potent magic? Hell, he knew some Fae that wouldn't pass it up.
"He who attacked was a fool and has paid for such a gamble." Atreus stated. The thought of being mugged would be laughable under other conditions.
His gaze fell to his guard, then drifted to the wet blood on his hand. A slight flex of his fingers told him that cuts had been reopened on his arm as well. "I am not mortally wounded but... yes, I'm afraid I do require help." The fae pushed down his pride to voice such words, looking back up at the stranger. Atreus didn't admit such lightly. "Something tells me the vampires would not be so kind if one were to happen upon me in such a state."