[The mention of a Blood Minister sends an unpleasant chill down his spine. He tries not to wince at those words, but he’s hardly in a state to control reactions like that. He doesn’t know that much about the practice, but the thought of going near any doctor that isn’t specifically the staff of doctors Spirits hired to work on cyborgs does something unpleasant to his nerves.]

[Nothing good’s ever come from being poked at by a doctor, you see. Especially not to someone like him.]

Don’t worry, I heal quick, promise. If… [He pauses, because he already knows her to be the sort to fuss, and adds.] If I’m not in better shape after some sleep, I’ll look into it.

[His clothes are intact, for now! If Ciel were to really keep an eye on it, the fabric would be fine …but any inorganic material like say, a button or a zipper, will start to melt and dissolve. His specific blood seems to target inorganic materials and leaves the rest alone. Even if Ciel managed to get some on her, she’d find it’s effects on her skin to be remarkably mild.]

[Anyway, he doesn’t fight her on taking him home. He’s learned!]

I have a studio in Willful Machine. It’s a little bit of a walk, I’m afraid.