"Not dying kinda took priority, but the green eyes help." He smirks and it feels right for the first time in years, no crooked tug because the scar? Is gone. He's whole again in a way he hasn't been in awhile and-

Delta's a cool, grounding influence in the back of his mind, but he's not alone they're anymore. There's...Not a presance. An awareness of...The guy he had no name for that still has the whole of his attention as he sits up. Okay.

Vampire. Sires? Was that the term? "So...what do I call you? You know me, apparently. Which only now strikes me as creepy."