Was there a cue? Because he totally missed it. He can definitely smell the blood from the scratch. It drew his attention, but it's hardly as if she'd cut open an artery and stuck it under his nose. It's a more appealing smell than what he's getting from the mug still sitting on the counter, but it's hardly a dinner bell.

More than the blood, her sudden panicked retreat says prey to an older, less welcome part of his mind, but he ignores that thought in favor of wondering what the hell had gone wrong so quickly. It's easy to tie his reasoning back to the conclusion that it was because of his hitting on her. He takes a couple steps after her, holding up his hands in a gesture of harmlessness. "Don't you need something to carry all those rabbits? I've got a box...it'll be a tight fit, but you're not taking them far, right?"

He rolls his eyes and huffs a sigh as she doesn't stop making a beeline for the door. "Stop. You were ogling me. I got the wrong idea. I'm sorry." Suddenly, a book materializes and hits him on the head. He catches it and stares horrified at the title of The Complete Guide for Hunting for a moment before walking to chuck it into the trash. He doesn't like any of what that's suggesting.