Ainsley took his time, trying to find a shirt that maybe was a little threadbare in the hem or collar. One he maybe wouldn't mind having to replace. Then he remembered one for himself, and he pulled it on and ran a hand through his hair.
He took another stab at getting his fangs back into his more human teeth, and he was much more successful this time. He breathe deeply for a moment and vowed to keep them hidden. It was a matter of concentration, was all.
As he entered the living room again, his eyes zeroed in on the scars on the kid's skin, and his ears immediately focussed on his pulse, while his nostrils flared once more. But he kept his teeth in check as he moved closer, and he forced his eyes off the kid's torso. He offered a small smile as he held out the shirt.
"Before you tape that down, did you maybe want to borrow the shower?"