you knew that his sense of smell can't be tricked, yet you still try doing it. Having hand pressed against your bloody nose, you pray that it will be enough to not focus his attention on you. But, och, how wrong you were. You were just two steps away from bathroom where you would clean yourself up, when you hear him speaking behind you

"My dear" his voice was soft, but with upset hint that makes you shiver lightly "Willing to tell me what happened?"