Sometimes it would be his intention, but most of the time it wasn't. Tonight might have been different, you didn't always have the chance to play hero, and have the damsel be a good looking one, one that wasn't dismissive of you, or not eager to flirt right back at you. "Thank you, I do have some manners." Giving her a little wink, he jokingly slide his fingers up under the hem of her skirt, but only just before retracting them, "Only teasing." Once he placed a bandage over the scrap, his attention turned to the other leg. "About eight months now. We moved here, from Sydney. How about you? When did you leave England?"
That was the shitty part about getting close to anyone. You let those walls down, showed them just how you were vulnerable, and when the tables turned, they could attack you at your weakest points. It made you want to withdraw from people, to not let anyone in, so that you wouldn't have to worry about that sort of thing happened again. You lead a shielded life, but a lonely one as well. A cautious life, and with Cal having been betrayed by his brother of all people, she knew that it would be a long time before he could look at himself, or anyone else the same way again. "Didn't think it'd be you, to get caught up in it all." That was something she had heard before. People trying that first time, and knowing in their minds that they wouldn't ever be like the junkie on the street, doing anything, and everything they could to either score, of get cash to score later. No one thought it would be them, until of course the using ended up tearing their lives apart, or just killing them all together. Right now, she was trying to be hopeful, trying to rationalize that Cal had never gotten to that point before, he was still alive, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad this time. It wasn't her place to nag him, she wasn't his girlfriend, but the fact that she was still very much in love with him, didn't erase the concern she felt, seeing him now, hearing him speak. It was a difficult position to be in. When you wanted to say something, but knew you had no right to. "Wait, wait... Dom, and the guys roughed you up? Are you fucking serious? Oh, they are so getting a piece of my mind next time I see them." Really, the weres ought to have known better. It didn't matter how the human was behaving, you took care with them, because you could easily snap them in half if you wanted. "Wow, that really, really sucks. But yeah, the doctors around here suck, they don't ask all the questions they should. That, or they just don't care about vampire's pets." In other words, they were just inconsiderate assholes. "I love the costumes, I think they are awesome. Not the traditional tutus either." She rose up on her toes, bringing her leg back, until she could grasp it over her shoulder. "And no flashing my ass when I have to do stuff like this. Win-win." On her feet once more, she moved over to the table, and sitting on the edge of her bench seat. "You should come watch the ballet one night it runs. If you want. I can get you a ticket, but if you get bored, you don't have to stay the whole time."