He wiped his hands on his shirt, smearing the blood over the cotton. He'd change later. Any bet that he'd go to his room and Kelvin would lock him in there was almost an immediate win. For now he wanted to lay low; the place was big enough to disappear into for a little while, as he was certain he wasn't going to be getting any favors from the Commander for a couple days after this.
"Kitty caught one mouse, thinkin' about catchin' another." He eyed Remy for a moment. "Got someplace I can lay low until they find me and drag me off to my own cage?" He asked with a grin that showed off his elongated canines that he tried not to make too wolfish looking. He'd had his fill of violence, he didn't care to hurt the man who'd let him loose from his binds.
"And don't be thinking I'm going to hurt you. No sense in hurting someone so very... useful." He threw one large arm over the others shoulder, watching his claws so close to the others skin, now short and looking like thick pointed nails, Victor not minding the blood that settled into his nail beds around the cuticles. No, in fact, he was quite comfortable having another's blood on him. He couldn't catch any kind of communicable diseases and he didn't mind that coppery scent. Reminded him of war, of better times where he could let loose and be himself, all under the guise of 'doing it for his country', of course.