Daud may ignore him, but Red seems intent on following. He hops from table to chair to floor and creeps along in the tiefling's wake, though now that the smell of blood has hit his nose, he gives both him and Billie a wide berth rather than trying to get a closer look.

It's only a matter of another minute or two until the dragonet places the scent that goes with the blood with why it's so familiar. What Daud brought in is strange to him but...

It's fairly obvious he's figured it out when he starts whining in distress rather than chirping or making curious little trills. He still won't rush over to get in the way, though, opting to huddle up on the floor where he's taken a seat, feathery tail wrapping around him as he tries to make himself, well, very small.