The gum had been, at some part, a healing item from his world. It was a leftover from the supplies they'd taken with them into battle before the demon prince had been pulled into the city. Lucky for him, it seemed to at least have kept its flavor if not its healing properties. The pout on his face was fixed to say the least, not about to leave while he continued his minstrations on various scrapes and bits of torn flesh. Why he continued to do this, he wasn't certain. Why he continued to tend to his rather infuriating roomate-slash-landlord, he didn't know for sure but he did it anyway.

Though he ended up turning his gaze aside just to avoid meeting Izaya's when the informant turned his eyes his way. It was the preferred course of action considering how close contact and especially close eye contact caused blood to rush to his cheeks. The last thing he needed was more taunting. The cute comment caused him to dab the cotton ball in just a liiiiiiitle deeper into a gash. "I told you, I'm not cute!" the prince flared, discarding the antiseptic cotton swab and dabbing another in iodine to cover the larger wounds. "And damn straight I'm gonna look good when I get better. I mean c'mon. Don't tell me I don't look good now." he added as a hindsight.

Laharl took another few careful swipes across a larger wound, taking care this time as he saw how much it was getting to the normally less-than-ruffled human. "Guess you get beat up worse than this, huh?" he asked, his voice strangely lowered as he continued his work. His free hand rose up however, hesitating a moment before lightly stroking Izaya's head in what seemed to be a gesture of small comfort once when he dropped his head on the toilet but those fingers were quickly pulled away before anything else could be said or perhaps the movement noticed.