Deirdre stepped over toward a chair and perched on the edge of it, Trenton's anger washing over her with barely any effect. The comments, though, made her frown, an unamused wrinkle between her eyebrows. Her eyes went colder, and her voice tightened.
"Someone obviously put you there for a reason. And while I've been tempted to do the same on several occasions due to the atrocious volume of the noise that comes from your home, I venture to say that wasn't the reason for this." She gestured at the darkening scarlet of the floor. "And since you seem to be doing surprisingly well for the amount of blood that's on the floor, something that I can only guess is due to the other bizarre things that happen in this building, maybe I should just leave you there." She ignored his obscene comment for the moment, though it most definitely did not escape her attention. "Especially if whoever did this is planning on returning for you."