He started, clutching the beads as he sent Alastor a look.

Oh. Okay. So he was well enough to be a cad again. Good to know. The funny thing about blood, however, is that it sort of did whatever it wanted, including raising the color in his face despite the look.

...You know what? Two can play that game.

"I see. You sure about that...? Your body lit up with these ones..." A scant brush against the edge of the bandage he'd placed at the neck. Surely he didn't mean all angelic wounds...