[Steve blinks for each clap, completely by reflex, but otherwise remains quiet. He won't mention how he 'hung up' on the Impaler. He's certain she'll find out sooner rather than later. Truthfully, he's surprised by his own actions, but not in any mood for proper introspection right now. A week ago he would've been overjoyed at the thought of speaking with Dracula, or even watching him from afar. And now he's a bumbling monster, ill-suited for any social interaction with the noble, ancient vampire.

Well. Maybe he was feeling a bit introspective after all. He glances back up, pulled from his reverie by her shouting. The question gives him pause.]

I didn't-- Jesus, do you want me to say I didn't think that far ahead? Fine, I will. Because I didn't. If he'd come after Pagan, I would've had to fight him. It would've been a losing battle, of course, but better that than my human being harmed for my stupid mistake.