"N-no, he is. Fuck." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, suddenly worried about what the hell John's blood might have in it when he looks like all this. "I-I didn't think I had that in me, to be honest."

Attacking John was, unfortunately, not a card that was off the table. But biting him - with his teeth never having quite recovered from the pits - well, that's a surprise for himself as well.

"John, it's not fine, it- w-we don't know how your body works properly, if this gets infected it could be catastrophic." He's wiggling gently but insistently to escape the tentacles. "I-I think I saw some Borax in the bathroom, hold on."