Sebastian turns to Lucifer - and despite the Victorian standards for decency, he's not bothered by having been walked in on - his eyes going up to the wound for a moment as he very non-judgementally notes that Lucifer took all this time but apparently still didn't have time to see to the injury (not that Sebastian should set his expectations too high).]
Is it truly? [This would be a pretty average day back in the mansion in England...] In my own experience, the longer one lives amongst humans, the less surprised one is to find oneself in absurd situations.
[The suit looks perfectly acceptable, at least. Sebastian gives his shirt one final rinse before backing off from the sink.]
Thank you. Need you the sink to wash off the blood?