[ He gives his head a weary shake. A clear note of exasperation in his voice: ] Was anything in this room obtained legally?

[ As long as John's cooperating—or fucking around, which amounts to the same thing—William shifts his arm away from the open wound. He looks down at his own hands, none too clean and smelling of wine, and decides against putting the bandage back in place. ]

I'm gonna go. [ He heaves the sigh he's been holding back. ] I've seen enough blood lately, and I don't think you need any more encouragement.