"As much as possible, I guess," Mason said with a tired smile back at the vampire. He was determined to not appear any weaker than he already had around the vampire, but the transformation took so much out of him. Even though it had been happening for years, he still needed time to sleep it off. He honestly wasn't sure how much longer he could last; he could feel himself beginning to drag. The shower hadn't helped. "Much better once I get myself all patched up," he said with a gesture towards the table.
He stepped back over to the table where the paper towels and tape were still sitting, and bit his bottom lip hard as he focused on folding one of the paper towels to hold over his arm. It looked much better now that it was clean, though he'd have to do a more thorough job once he was home.
And home, he very much wasn't thinking about. How his mother was probably frantically worrying about where he'd gone and hoping that her son hadn't gone off to that bloodsucker. She had made her feelings on Ainsley very, very clear.