[ In truth, there's another part to his uneasiness — even if the... thing had not wanted to feed off of this man and whatever is wrong about him, Konstantin doesn't know if that fact may change. Should the entity become hungry enough, would it change its mind? Is it capable of such deliberate thought? Its connection to him is still in its stage of infancy. It is still very much a foreign thing to him, and right now.... he can't sense any of its thoughts, memories. Perhaps it is asleep, exhausted from the whole ordeal, healing itself deeply within him.

But it will wake again. And if hungry enough.... if this young man is the only other one in the room.... He must be careful. Must try to handle this situation.

He offers Vasiliy another smile, grateful for the man's dedication on the surface, and worried by it beneath. ]

Well, then. I suppose now we must wait for the doctors to decide what to do with me. [ Konstantin's smile brightens to his eyes with a little quirk of brow, amused. He lets himself be charming again, and hospitable, and gestures to the chair that Vasiliy was sitting in before, as though inviting him to make himself comfortable. ]

So why don't you tell me something about yourself? Anything.