Ainsley couldn't help but feel a tug in his gut as Mason backed away from him. Just another odd facet of their already bizarre friendship. Though whether the werewolf was concerned for Ainsley's "sobriety" or for himself was a question he didn't really want the answer to.
Though judging by Mason's heartbeat, Ainsley was pretty sure he knew anyway.
He took a deep breath, nostril's flaring at the scent, but he clenched his jaw and tried to force his fangs back in. They retracted a little, but his canines were still a bit sharper than normal.
"It's fine. Nothing worse than the occasional fight we get down at work." Which wasn't the total truth, as Mason had spilled a little more blood than the average busted nose. But it wasn't more than Ainsley had managed to control himself around before.
"Sit, if you want. I'll get a couple of wet cloths." He turned and went down the short hall to his bathroom, where he found a couple of clean hand towels. He ran them under some warm water, then headed back out to the living room.
His fangs popped back out as soon as he got near the kid, and he growled a little in frustration when they didn't go back in.