He turned to Sadako with a thin-lipped smile, "Not clean enough, I'm getting rusty, I think. It's a shame, I feel like I did the man a disservice." He took her by the back of the neck and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, spur of the moment. Once he slipped away just as quickly as he'd moved closer to her, he crossed the street and started towards another part of the area. The precise location he knew was the most infamous for the crimes committed by the long-dead thorn in his side. He knew for a fact there'd at least be someone along the way to practice a more swift, clean kill. His mind was on more blood. He knew that by the end of their journey (which would inevitably end at a portkey so that they'd get home swiftly as possible) he wanted not only the streets to run red, but his own arm to be dripping with it.