"Oh, right." Natsume had forgotten, looking down thoughtfully at his still human-seeming blood. There's the faint scent of milk, but it's daytime, and the pale, luminous quality of his blood isn't visible in the sunlight. Still, the information that mere exposure can be dangerous is...interesting. "What does it do? The exposure?"

If he's asking questions, maybe he can avoid answering them. But no, the man asks another, and Natsume frowns deeper, reaching up to touch his forehead. "I didn't intend to. But I...I don't feel badly, but I don't feel like myself."