"Ok-desu! Blood on the side, desu-kaaa?" he calls lightly to Gaav's retreating back as the door closes, far more to make the other customers stare at him than because he imagines he'll get a reply. He gives them all a sparkly smile, and heads back to wash his face and neck before getting back to work. Trust Gaav-dono to hit unerringly on the most conflictual thing possible.
Heh. Xel thinks Gaav still maybe hasn't quite caught on to the full meaning of 'having free will where a master used to be,' despite having gone through the process himself, but probably isn't going to bother failing to make him. At least, not on his own property. ;)
Yeah, it's not my idea of fun either, but hey. n,n Ohhh, you do cross-stitch? My grandmother used to do that; she did huge, complex ones of works of art. She tried to teach me, but I don't really even have the patience for embroidery, not even with Ritalin. n,n;;