[It may be difficult to tell initially. While Grimm certainly looked older then the form the Nightmare King had taken, he wore heavy, long-sleeved clothing. A necessary as a Vampire...and because he liked it.

But when he extends a hand to gesture to the empty chair on the other end of the table, there's a flash of bandages wrapped around his wrist. Ekkehardt had worked hard to insure Grimm did not die from his injuries but there were aspects of his regeneration that would take longer to recover from.]

Please, take a seat.

[And once she is seated...]

I...first I wish to extend my apologizes for what happened during that night. Losing control is no excuse for the terror I visited upon you. I am sorry, Puella.