Souji had, in fact, been starting to reach out to take the proffered hand... but at that answer, he snatched it back immediately. "Not what I want to hear?! Get. Away. From me."

Goddammit, there was no he'd be able to beat this Reaper guy on his own. He needed to fix this. Preferably nowish.

With a sudden surge of strength and fortitude, he sat up and started pulling at the fang. Wait, no. Bad idea. That really hurt. Plus, he got the feeling that it was acting like a plug or something, because he wasn't bleeding as much as he expected.

"Look. Reaper. Death. Whatever you call yourself. I need you to do me a solid and call 911."