His smirk equalled that of the informant's when that little thing about him dressing in drag came about. "Hell yeah it's gonna be a fun week." the demon managed to snicker as he was digging around the first aid kit. Touche, dude. No denying it was going to be an interesting week for the both of them. But then his attention turned back to the first aid kit. Bandages, sure, those were mandatory. But the medicines boggled him slightly. With a little huff of irritation, he drew out what seemed to be a stick of gum (ABC Gum, the wrapper read, by the Rosenqueen company.) and wagged it with his free hand in Izaya's face. "Here. Chew on this while I try to figure it out. Should help."

Clearly, the Netherworld had its own medicinal structure unknown to normal man.

"Think I got it. " he finally said after a short period of trying to figure out which was the antiseptic and which was the iodine. With a little huff and the bottles plus the bandages settled nearby, he settled himself down beside the older man and began to lightly dab at the wounds with a cotton swab doused with a measure of antiseptic. Despite the fact it took a while, the prince did seem to have a semblance of knowing what he was doing.

"I can reach just fine. Geez." he sighed as an afterthought, tending to one of the larger gashes on Izaya's back with an exhale. The last time he got scratched up this bad, the healers took care of him easily enough. How humans managed without a decent Netherworld hospital nearby, he was never certain. "Need me to hold your hand, Izaya?" Laharl added with the smallest sneer, leaning in just the tiniest bit.