By the time Adam fully came back to himself, Walter was conveniently at the farthest possible point in the apartment, with more than one closed door between him and the hungry vampire.
To his credit, Adam did look embarrassed, chastened by his own actions. Most of the red down his bare chest was blood, and not his, which detracted a fair bit from his sheepish look.
“My deepest apologies,” he said, his voice showing true remorse. “That is quite embarrassing… I’ve not let myself go like that in many, many years.” He looked around the room at all the destroyed furniture. “I hope there was nothing of sentimental value that ended up being damaged. Please, send me your redecorating bill.”
Harley had to force her jaw not to drop open. She pointed down at officer Daye. “F*ck the furniture, you just killed that guy.”