Hal would be worried for a stake in his back were he not quick on his feet and utterly capable of defending himself. He's quick in his step and as he thrusts open the door with a flourish, he equally steps through with hunger and delight, but the moment his foot sets on the carpet of the very familiar hotel, the other part of him bleeds out as if he'd never been there at all, leaving Hal gasping and stumbling against the wall.

He's had so much blood.

He's drank so much. His gaze snaps up to Ichabod and he reaches a hand out. "Stay back," he warns, rife with panic and anguish. "Stay back, I have no idea what I might do."