There was a split second of awkward pause, then Ainsley forced a grin. "No worries," he said, trying to force an easy tone and forgetting about the fangs probably on display. He tore another strip of tape off and applied it to the makeshift bandage, his fingers rubbing over the edges to keep it down.
"I made the bed," he said as he took one last pass at the tape, his eyes focussed on that. "The sheets aren't exactly fresh from the line or anything, but I suppose it'll do, yeah? If you wanted to have a nap."
He looked up then and stepped back, stepped away. "I can go to the cinema or something, if you want some privacy." He leaned over to pick up the roll of tape and the paper towels, and took them back to the kitchen.