Well, the werewolf isn't attacking him. That's always good.

Simon stands his ground, trying to appear nonthreatening. He recognizes the scent--it's James, from the bar. The one who seems to dislike him, for whatever reason. That's entirely beside the point right now, though, what with the bleeding wound in James' leg and the stench of vampires all around. They both have to get out of there.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I can help you if you promise not to kill me."