[He sees Grey's sudden movement and it shocks him a little, his head cocking suddenly, much like a dog going to attention. Except then he realizes the thought process the other man must've been going through.] Hey now, thought I told you I healed fast? [He grins before taking a sip of the drink.] Y'could go ahead and run me through with one of those knives if y'felt like it. [His head swung in the direction of a knife block.] Now how 'bout you stop worryin' 'bout me every five seconds, huh?

[When Grey moves up onto the counter though Drew steps a little closer to him, entering the space between the other man's legs with a grin.] Like I said last time, I'm here for you any time y'want me, Grey. Besides, werewolves don't need a lotta sleep, we've got some pretty good stamina.