H... that's the cold one, right? [He pretends to take a step toward the bathroom, struggling with the concept.

But he does get to the doorway and realize it might be a good idea, in actuality, to wash his own blood away - at the very least - to be a sanitary host. Look at him go, turning on the tap with a squeak. One last look at his hand and he does go about washing it like a pro.]

For the record, you may have my blood on you. Upside, it's mutant blood. On the downside, still actual blood.