[ And yet he doesn't stop. Against his own better judgement he's on a search for somewhere a little more private, somewhere he can tend to that injury in peace. Away from the prying eyes of others who would question his methods.
Those eyes are still cold though. No denying there were feelings, however, these were mostly loathing and what seemed to be the dregs of seeing the other as an equal. He could easily kill him now but as with Alois, where would that land him? In solitary, no doubt. Perhaps worse. No. Best not risk it. And there was no honor in defeating a fallen foe. He wanted to see the fire in his rival's eyes during their waltz.
A fire he now sought to return. ]
Your master isn't here. You'd do well to realize this first off.
[ ...best to use his own quarters then. His master would probably be out. The last thing he wanted was that screaming child interfering. ]