Kalous glanced down at the redhead again as he moved, watching him tear his own clothing with a sort of deranged bemusement that he kept mostly to himself.
"He'll be fine," he told Lacy, not at all interested in getting involved with hospitals and doctors... and then potentially the police. "It won't be easy to stroll in with a bleeding man, will it Lacy?" He raised a hand questioningly, gesturing before letting it drop again. "He's better off running along home like a good little human..." Kalous came up behind Lacy and laid his hands on her shoulders, his attitude possessive.