He did not move as he said he would not. He allowed the other to get close, watching him all the while. The blade being brought down, the metal bit into the flesh of his chest, cutting his shirt in the process. The other attempted to push him back, it was more like a step though with his size. He felt a warm heat rise to his skin, a bit of blood turning his shirt red. He glanced down at it and chuckled, before looking at the other. "Not bad" he said, before he reached down and took ahold of the rim of his shirt. In a movement, he had it off, exposing his well defined upper body, and the wound. A small drop of blood running down his stomach. It had hurt, he was not invulnerable to pain.
As he had thought, the centuries of being locked up had weakened his pain tollerence a bit, or this would have been barley a scratch. He watched the skin for a moment, before his own nature took over. It began at the corners of the wound, the ends. They began to close, the wound already having stopped bleeding. It slowly creeped along the wound, bit by bit it began to close, the sides of skin fusing back together. The wound soon only a line on his chest, before it faded completely. He ran his thumb over where it had been, to brush away the remnants of blood that were there. A chuckle escaping from him, "not good enough however" he teased.
His eyes back on the other, he was curious about what his reaction to what he had just witnessed would be. He had seen magic already, so how would he react to seeing a man heal right before his eyes. He did not give him to much time to think about it, before he stepped forward, a hand reaching out to grip around the blade that had been used in the attack. It bit into his flesh once more, the sting only succeeding in exciting the wolf man even more though. He smiled, leaning in close to him. "You're going to have to try better than that little kitten" he said, his other hand catching his hip, to pull him closer.