"Dude, that's just--" Xigbar wrinkled his face at the blood on Demyx's. "Eww, okay?" Gripping his chin gently between his thumb and index finger, he licked his free thumb, trying to rub away some of the dried blood from around Demyx's cut. Well, at least it didn't look life-threatening. Sighing, he gave up then. This was a job that needed more than spit. "Let me get something to clean you up."