The sight of the bite marks makes him think of Daniel, of San Francisco, and part of him feels a pang of anger and regret for Dani almost immediately. It's moments like these that remind him why he opts not to eat mortal when he can avoid it.

"You realize there are plenty of people with scars and bumps and marks, yeah? No one's gonna look different, especially when you cover up all the other ones with paint. Make 'em something you like looking like."

Taking ownership even of things that feel hard and difficult to bear can help in a lot of situations. This one is no different.

"Here - let me -"

The tubs of paint are spread out everywhere from people using them and he swipes one up. Gently he takes up Dani's arms - where a faint mark has long since healed but the discoloration is there. With careful hands and the tiny brush in the paint tin, he begins covering it in a vivid purple, creating a pattern on his skin.

"That simple, see? Do you a disservice not to feel the sun on your chest. Trust me."