[his fingers curl automatically around Kaname's hand, just slightly. The pain dampens the potency of Kaname's influence, but only just; Conrad is compelled forward, keeping his wince from showing on his face as his sticky bandages peel away from the sheets that are stained with his blood.]
[Nodding absently, his expression shifts slightly as Kaname tilts toward him. The question shows in his eyes: what exactly is Kaname doing? Conrad could still decline -- he's sure he could -- but he doesn't wish to offend again.]