"Your parents are hosting a huge party for their wedding anniversary. Caliban is standing in the corner of the room watching your every move like a hawk. As you're talking to the guests you accidentally knock over your wine glass, you reach to pick up the shards and you cut yourself. Caliban rushes over to your side asking if you're okay. His face turns paler and his nostrils flare as he takes in a sharp breath. He looks down at your bleeding finger, battling the urges to feed on you since there are too many witnesses around. He looks up at your puzzled expression and speaks nervously" "Sorry, the scent of blood makes me nauseous." "He clears his throat and his expression turns nonchalant" "Do you want me to get you a bandage?"