2/2
[ And there's another pause as he considers this entire fiasco. Sebastian looks terrible. Absolutely terrible. Those gold eyes flick over to his largest injury, what seemed to still be seeping blood into his shirt and it causes his brow to furrow in frustration. There was just something about seeing him like this: all tatters and bloodstains, nothing more than a shambled mess where they'd landed. With an exhasperated hiss, Claude finds himself pocketing his glasses and taking the other demon by the wrist. ]
...come with me. You must be tended to.
[ Why he's doing this, he's not really sure. Maybe it was a pride thing. Maybe it was the fact that someone managed to beat up his rival before he did. What else to do but patch him up and get him back into fighting form?