Rowan had spoken so fast that he hadn't even caught the response to his too readily proffered personal information. He stopped with a little yelp as Ethan gripped hold of his wrist, the pressure making him whimper a little bit but he held steady through it regardless, assuming that he'd done something to be annoying yet again and that this small pain (well... not that small) was worth paying to apologise to his new friend, of which Ethan was already.
He looked a bit confused when Ethan denied it was his blood and assumed that the other wasn't thinking clearly. "I don't know, you should if you've got blood all over you, y'know, it might make it come out more if you stand up and move around so much and if you sat down then you can't fall over, if you were going to fall over, not that you will fall over, but you might." he babbled, his arm still caught in Ethan's hand like in the jaws of a wolf, appropriately, but not trying to make any attempt to pull away.