No, most of the blood isn't his, though there were a few of Raymond's lieutenants that had gotten a few good swipes in here and there. Those wounds were caused by physical damage, however, not anything as caustic as a silver bullet or blade, and so they are already mostly healed by this point.

He smiles slightly as Daryl feigns as though he were not concerned about him, though Jean-Claude of course knows better than that. He would not have waited for so long to speak with him otherwise. He spreads his hands wide before him apologetically nonetheless. "I am sorry to keep you waiting then, mon ami," Jean-Claude replies. "It has been... A busy night, to say the least." If Daryl were to look closely at him, he might even recognize signs of exhaustion on the other man's face. Maybe.