Having them pointed out does make him notice, but he only smiles down at the blood, looking content. "The color is all up and telling at me that I'm still this righteous motherfucker what's being me. They'll get their motherfucking stop on when they're up to wanting to."

Then he claws an older wound at his throat open and investigates the blood on his fingers a moment, like he just has to check and make sure the color is still there or something.