( @rodolphus-lestrangex​ wrote: “You’re dripping blood on the carpet” (said with a raised eyebrow because that carpet is expensive) )
If it bothered him that he was dripping blood on someone else’s carpet he didn’t show it. He only glanced down to confirm that yes, there was a few drops of blood on the carpet where he stood, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and both hands smeared with blood, along with the knife he held in his hand, the rest of him was splatter and smear-free apart from a part of his cheek and the corner of his mouth. Like he’d wiped himself off with the back of his hand or something.
“So it would seem. Have your elves clean it. They get blood out of anything.” there was no apology coming and he raised his eyes again, they were practically shining with manic and wickedness. “I was in the middle of something when you called me here, didn’t have time to clean up.” he made a small motion with his shoulders, it was meant to be a shrug.
