None of this paints a pretty picture, from the groaning to the unwillingness to rise from bed. The scent of blood is powerful, even before he pushes open the door.

"Pardon my intrusion," he says as he crosses to the bed. He's in debate with himself over whether he should simply snatch the blanket away. "My name is Lord Erik Osborne, I have a card I will present you in a moment, but I'm far more concerned with the state of your injury."

He opts for gently prying at the blanket, first, to see if Pyotr will relinquish his hold. "I am a vampire, but as I said before I mean you no harm. I can, however, use some of my own blood to heal your head if you will let me?"