Mason did look up when he heard Ainsley's footsteps coming out of the bedroom and towards him. He saw the vampire's eyes drift down to his scars, but managed to keep himself from acting like he noticed or cared. It was just one more sign that he was what he was.
He took the shirt from Ainsley, absently balling it up in his hands to put aside when the vampire offered a shower. The thought had crossed his mind, perhaps, but it felt rude to ask (Did vampires even need to shower?).
Mason stood up then, his legs feeling heavier than he remembered, and nodded. "Uh, well, yeah. I mean, if you're offering. I didn't know if- If, well, your kind..." Mason shifted a little uncomfortably, turning his injured arm's shoulder back away from the vampire. "Yeah, I would. I, uh, probably look a mess, yeah? Hardly a good thing from a visitor."