[wakes up covered in steaks... a fate worse than three nights of nightmares in a row tbh

he seems to consider this for a second before his nose wrinkles and he shakes his head. pragmatic even when dealing with a stab-happy coworker...]

That's a hassle. As long as you don't get any blood on my clothing, I can wash things off well enough that he won't be able to pick up the scent. Just cut a hand or something, okay? Then we don't have to worry about getting blood on anything else; I can just write directly on the wall.