[Connor looks the finger over for perhaps a second before closing his lips around it. He's had worse things in his mouth. He sucks on it a little, lapping his tongue over the blood, before pulling back with a tiny smirk, eyes never leaving Niles'. If Niles wants to fluster him, he'll have to try harder than that. Connor has been here long enough that a suggestive comment or two isn't going to bother him much at all.]

You had alcohol earlier.

[He considers for a moment.]

No drugs in your system, though. That's good. No real deficiencies in anything- you're healthy. Obviously, I don't need to tell you when the blood was spilled.