"Two for one huh?" The lighted eyeslits in his mask glow brighter as he watches her. The blood reminded him of Skarlet, but this... this reminds him of Sareena.

Fuck.

There's claws going through his jacket, digging into the skin beneath (shirts are for other people), small rivulets of blood trickling along his scarred flesh as if it's a maze.

"You should enjoy yourself more often. Someone here holding you back?" This is dangerous, even a thick-headed bully like Kabal can sense that. But he also can't find it in himself to care. "Cuz you might wanna remove that obstacle. Living free is the only way to be."

One hand reaches up to drag a thumb through the blood by her lips. "Still hungry?"