Andras' true form upon creation was one that was laughable and made his work harder. Once he started getting summoned by mortals, he started learning tricks of the trade. And looks were oh so important to people. He, himself, never really cared too much about the package. His experiments had taught him that appearances were deceiving and a person's worth could only be measured in things that could not be seen right away. But he didn't complain, a pretty face and an easy smile got him more business than he cared for.
Jack seemed... interesting. There was an unseen mist that seemed to keep him at a distance, hard to read. It was a shame this was just business, he almost reminded him of someone Andras knew once long ago. For a split second the melancholy so often accompanied by memory flashed across his features but was soon chased away by another smile. He grabbed the man's hand firmly with his injured one, "Pleasure was mine, doctor." not that he intended for Jack to be so soon reminded of what he had just witnessed with blood. Andras didn't dally, the handshake was brief and his departure abrupt.
It was only when he was far away from the crime scene, lost in his favorite part of the city, a derelict old block did his charm leave him. He wanted to unwind and preferred to do it in solitude, having the perfect place for it. His injured hand curled into a tight fist and the bandage sizzled as it caught fire from the palm of his hand. The smell of burnt flesh tinged the air as his wound was seared closed, the remains of the bloody bandage dropping to the ground when he opened his hand.
He idly looked at the gross scar on his palm and thought again it was such a shame. But.. business was business.