Looking from her face to her hands and back again, he watches her fascinated expression as she examines his wrist. Her initial shock has long since worn off and there doesn't appear to be any horror or disgust beneath her fascination, nothing that he would expect from someone finding out what he's capable of. That's not to say that it isn't there, but if it is? She's certainly skilled at hiding it.

Dongsoo clears his throat a little awkwardly as he nods his head in response to her statement. An unnecessary response, but one even still. He gently tugs his arm free of her grasp and rubs his wrist where it had been cut. There's no wound and no lingering pain. Had he not been found when he was, no one would ever have known that it happened. There would have been time enough for him to heal and walk away from his own murder. Attempted murder?

"Not when I'm dead, no. That all sort of stops when my heart stops, I guess."