Raidou dropped his hand to flick one of her fangs. "Very scary," he told her solemnly, and turned his attention back to getting the non-tattooed red off her face. It was proving more tricky than he'd originally realized; most of the blood had dried and didn't want to yeild to a simple cloth. "'specially with the insults. Makes me all... scared."

There was probably a more intelligent way to put that, but he'd be damned if he could find it.

He sat back, glared at Tsume's eyebrow, and spat on his rag. "Nex' time, you aren't allowed to get hit," he muttered, as he applied it to her cheekbone. "Not once. Y'dodge, y'hear?"

She'd asked him a question, it took it a little while to penetrate through the general mists of alcohol. He rubbed a coppery fleck away from the corner of her mouth and tried to think. "An'... well..." the corners of his mouth drew down unhappily. "Mos' people hate the people tha' hurt them. S'common sense."