[His mouth twists into an ugly snarl. His flash. He wants to snap at Lotte to, for once in her damn life, keep the creepy little comments in her head. But for one, he knows that won't stop her, for two, she did go out of her way to kill the bastard, and three, the implications are already more than he wants to deal with.

He hears the top frame of the chair crunch under his fingers before he feels it. He lets go without a glance, slipping his hands into his pockets.]

... I thought you said you were going to bring the creeps to me. Really letting me down. But I guess it couldn't wait.

[He'll need to go out and find the soul. It's been a while since he's seen those gates but there's no way someone like that will be going anywhere but Hell.]

You're still an idiot though. I can't give you my blood. You'll either be dead in minutes or I'll have to put you down.