Chizue was more than willing to venture into the dark of the night to reduce the guilt and angst that so seemed to afflict the man. The very suggestion of her visiting that darkened alleyway, however, seemed to prompt an immediate reaction from the vampire as he so immediately insisted that she could not go back there - because of a...monster? Her eyebrows furrowed and yet, she made no effort to fight him on it. "Oh...okay." Chizue uttered softly, her chocolate eyes intently watching the man as his hand fell almost lifelessly at his side. She could see that light dimming within the depths of his irises, the man suddenly as distant now as he was but mere moments before she had suggested revisiting that distant, dark, alley. A small frown crossed Chizue's lips before she suggested a shower. She made every effort to focus upon cleaning that blood from staining his skin. It hardly took much effort to convince Malek within the shower, the man almost grateful to be rid of his clothes as he stripped them from his figure, letting them fall on the floor with a wet thud. She cringed inwardly at the sight of the wet crimson liquid from the clothes upon her pristine white tile, the young woman, in turn, hardly hesitating to scoop them into her arms despite how much they might stain her in turn.

The wet clothing was deposited quickly into her washing machine, those clothes replaced with some of Damon's left over from those nights he had once so frequently visited Isolt. She made her way back towards the bathroom, the silence of the water informed her that Malek had finished and yet, even she was not quite prepared for the sight of the man positioned before the mirror as she tentatively pushed open the bathroom door. For a moment, Chizue merely stood there, baffled by the sight of Malek with scissors in hand. His nipping was so frantic and haphazard, the result far more rugged and...homely than anything else. It was several moments before the man seemed to realize he was hardly alone, his scissors slowly lowered as he turned towards her with nothing but a towel positioned around his waist. Were it not for the look of such despondency that filled his irises, Chizue might have found herself flushing at the sight of his fit figure. For now, however, it was the apology upon his lips that caused her own to press together ever so slightly. He was, admittedly, creating quite a mess, her floor littered with the man's hair. That offer to clean it, however, was entirely ignored, particularly when there was still work to be done. Softly, she inquired if he wanted assistance, after all, she couldn't allow the man to leave looking like...that.

That small nod prompted a weak simper upon her features before she stepped forward, taking the scissors from him. Chizue watched as he took a seat upon the vanity, the young woman simply reaching for his locks, snipping them down with peculiar confidence. It wasn't after all, as if she had any true experience in hairdressing. Nevertheless, she was making some effort to ensure he looked presentable, the young woman watching her work in the mirror in front of them. She glanced down at the sound of her name. "It's not a problem." She muttered softly, entirely unaware of the very effect that her fingers seemed to have on him. Those long locks came tumbling down as she clipped his hair far closer to his head, the small shift caused him to look so....drastically different, even if the haphazard beard still caused a rather peculiar effect. Her head shook ever so slightly from side to side as the young woman quickly brushed off any sort of consideration of repayment. "Please, don't worry about it, okay? I think you're all done now." She presented the man with his hair, now free of any of those bloodsoaked locks. Chizue stepped away, watching as Malek reached into the shower for the razor.

Her chocolate eyes simply observed as the vampire started to work upon his facial hair. He was nothing short of efficient as he shaved off the hair, leaving smooth cheeks, unlike the sorts she'd ever seen on him. The Asian woman was entirely taken aback by the handsome man that now stood before her, that soft blush rosied the apples of her cheeks. "I like it." She whispered softly, the timidness all but coming out in a ferocity within the woman. The very last thing she had anticipated, however, was the way that he reached for her, pulling her into his embrace. Her eyes widened as her head was buried in his bare chest. For a moment, the girl was at a loss of what to do. "You're.....you're welcome...."