That wasn't what he meant. However, he wasn't about to argue now. At least she was seated and no longer filling her stomach with vodka. "Stay here," he said quietly, tucking the box of bags under his arm and walking into her bedroom.
The light of the full moon was still bright through the window, illuminating the dead body stretched out of Isobel's closet. For a moment, he wanted to humanize it. He almost thought of it as Trenton, before remembering that Trenton was a vulgar young man that shoved Isobel about and hit below the belt. This was a piece of human meat, nothing more. It couldn't be cruel or kind, it couldn't go to parties, it couldn't speak. It could simply lay there, taking up space, and make everybody uncomfortable.
Archer reached into his pocket, pulling out two latex gloves and snapping them on. Wiggling his fingers absently, he approached the body, crouching over it. Trenton had been a thin man in his lifetime, which meant that his body wasn't unusually heavy. However, the fact that there was no life left in his muscles turned his meat slab into over one hundred pounds of dead weight. Thin or not, he was an obstacle.
The box of garbage bags crinkled as he pulled one out, carefully taking hold of the body's wrists and pulling them overhead. As Trenton had passed recently, his body was still fairly pliable. With a bit of light work on his feet, Archer was able to circle the body, carefully folding it into something of a crouch. As he grunted and strained to roll the body into the gaping maw of a garbage bag, Archer absently wished he had a giant meat cleaver to make lighter work of this task.
It took two trash bags to adequately hold the body, and Archer was eventually able to tie the red handles of one around the body's shoulders, anchoring both bags together. Sighing, he glanced to the slashed-up portrait. It would be best if all evidence was removed from Isobel's apartment. And so he bagged the portrait as well, leaving it leaning against the covered body.
With a slight huff, he walked out into the kitchen, looking about in the darkness. "It's clean," he said simply. "I'll be transporting the evidence out of here shortly." He needed to prepare for the task.