He's got this, he knows he does. He won't lose control, not like the way he had before. When he makes eye contact with Aleksander, he's suddenly thrust down the rabbit hole much further than he was anticipating. Cooper's head jerks up, and in his haste, his teeth tears the thin skin of Aleks' wrist even further than he meant to. There's fresh blood smeared across his mouth like some grotesque parody of red lipstick.

At his heart, Cooper is a simple man. That's not to say he's stupid (though he can be), only that he has his feet planted firmly on the ground. Despite the world he's living in, full of witches and spells and fae and people with strange powers, he's not one to get caught up in navel-gazing and other such bullshit. So this little oracle, spewing words and things that he shouldn't understand and yet finds himself doing so, is way beyond what he was expecting.

"What the fecking feck are you--" He shakes his head in vain attempt to rid himself of the words that have wormed their way inside of his mind. He really doesn't understand what they mean or what's going on right now. Is it wrong to be freaking out right now? Because he is. All he knows is that when he sees Liam again, he might possibly kill him for keeping this particular freak of nature around.