"Mmhmm, it's ever so nice to see one's enemies tear each other apart just by being themselves," he said, giving a flick of his wrist to dismiss what was happening online with the Stampede and Co. Following Vergil, he stopped just before the blood splatters, raising an eyebrow at the liberal coating of blood everywhere. Not that Elendira was against blood - being an assassin of the highest caliber - but he didn't want to walk on something important and ruin the design.

"Oh perfectly understandable. I suppose it's the maid's day off?"