He gets dressed quickly, pulling the now familiar clothes on as L.L brushed his teeth. The adrenaline has calmed now, the horror pushed into the back of his mind, to sit with the other horrors that dwell there, not spoken of, not acknowledged.

L.L is fine, he is here, talking. As if nothing had happened. But it had and L.L wanted a distraction and the club was distracting if nothing else.

He followed, slipping his shoes on. They were mostly clean, a couple of blood splatters weren't exactly going to stand out in hell after all.

"Be careful." He cautioned. Though L.L's words did make him pause, perhaps that was why he had never had too much trouble with the demons. He already had the skillset needed to survive them.

"It's a balancing act." Usefulness would only get him so far.