[It should make him feel better, but it doesn't. He just feels kind of annoyed, on top of still feeling terrible about what happened. It might help if he stopped to think they're probably similar when it comes into inquiries into their well-being, but self-loathing tends to warp your perspective. It's always different.

He finally puts down the drink, sighing sharply.]

If I was underestimating you, I wouldn't have assumed you took care of it. I drank your blood, it's not unreasonable to ask what happened afterward.