[For a moment, he's just as flustered as she is, seeing as he absolutely did not mean to say that -- but not having meant to say it doesn't mean it doesn't hold true.]
[So he runs his hand through his hair, grimacing a little, cursing his brain's inability to catch up with his mouth sometimes, but eventually just shakes his head.]
Not really. Because it's not really like that-- it's less being a bait and more helping out a friend. I mean, if you're hurting because you don't have anything to eat... if I can help, who cares about some blood? [He says it like it's absolutely clear for him, like it couldn't even be viewed as anything extraordinary at all. He's always been like this; he might be rude and sarcastic, but when he cares, he really cares. And when he cares, that means he'll do anything for you.]