[There's a needle threaded, but no, no stitching yet, cleanup was still underway when he'd texted Lorenz.]

It's . . . difficult to think during Sanguis. Especially when someone seems a challenge.

[Which is not a disagreement, just a vague explanation. He shifts a little when Lorenz's fingers leave him, tucking his legs beneath him.]

I suppose I learned my lesson regardless: she turned out to be a mage.