Toto has his eyes focused on your wounds, paying little to no attention to your whining about your fight, while his hands are firmly wrapped around you, holding you in his lap.

His tongue eagerly licks off the blood, not only to clean you, but also because he's morbidly obsessed with your blood. You are injured, and have just come from a fight at the Carnival Corpse.

He’s much more interested in your blood than in your well-being. He shows no concern, only a desire to taste the blood your neck and wrists offer.