The visual scouring didn't bother him. More than once, he'd done the same to her during her act. He chuckled. "Not nearly enough screaming, no. Well, I'm glad to have disposed of the problem, then." Already, he was feeling better. There was renewed color to his skin beneath the gore. James ran his tongue over the surface of his teeth behind his lips, picking at a piece of sinew pinned behind a canine.
"You're welcome." He crossed to a deep worker's sink. Cranking on the warm tap, he started to work the blood away from his forearms with a heavily stained, much-abused washcloth. "Everyone's been tense here, seemed a good chance to blow off some steam. You had a good time?"
He couldn't help himself, a smile ticked at the corner of his mouth. Christian was a good guy, for hellspawn, but; "do Demons actually go on dates, or was that a codeword for something? Like you're planning a bank heist together in Francisville. Tell me it's a bank heist. I'll drive getaway for a cut." Considering the judeo-christian lore, the notion seemed like a good comedy set up.