"I do apologize, Doctor Rosewood, for the short notice as well as the mess. I did insist I be allowed th' trek home, but someone was insistent..." Mori waved a hand as he passed by. "I c'n assure you, I can stitch m'self up just fine once the, um... Once the dizziness passes. I'll be right."

In the light of their home, it was much clearer that the Socialite had lost quite a bit of blood and was a sickly pale. How they were sitting upright was a mystery in and of itself, let alone how he was still awake. He squinted up at the Devil. "'m sorry, 'm leavin' blood in your house and I never got your name, lad."