Ayato had randomly swung the door open to your room, barging inside in a hurry and without any permission. "What the hell happened... how come I can smell your blood from downstairs, eh, pancake--?" His eyes narrow as he catches a glimpse of the fresh punctures on your neck - a vampire's bite mark. "Did one of my brothers cause this?" His tone twists with irritation and a hint of jealousy crosses his expression.