The highblood wastes no time in sitting up and getting to his feet, eyes wild and letting out a scoffing laugh. Yeah, no, not sitting down. He ain't taking none of this cleaning bullshit from Darkleer. He'll fight him, yeah, fight him real good and maybe kill him again just for good measure. But this? No way.

"Better get your motherfucking CALL ON for your Goodness Gracious, motherfucker, because I ain't complying to none of your fetishistic desires to all up and rid me of my motherfucking smell!"