Simon nods. "If he hasn't washed too well, yeah. He'll still have my scent. It wasn't a very clean kill." How utterly bizarre to be thinking of his own corpse in that way. But it hadn't been a clean kill. The vampire had done a really shitty job of murdering him. He'd missed the main artery and left his victim to drown slowly in a puddle of blood; hardly the quick, clean death that Hollywood had convinced the world vampires were capable of.

"I'd appreciate it. I can't help all that much from here, but I'll..support you in spirit." He smiles ironically.