[The relief at being spoken to is fleeting, but it's a shot of adrenaline in itself to watch Larus' eyes flutter open. Vampire physiognomy wins the day, because there's no way a human could survive the kind of carnage Dorian's looking down at.]

You're right. But here I am, so you're going to have to deal with it and thank me later. [Reaching for the sleeve of his sweater that doesn't have a knife tucked inside it, Dorian tears at the top with his teeth, and then starts pulling down the length of it with his free hand to make a strip to go around the other man's thigh.]

Can you stand if I help you? We need to get you off the street and somewhere safe so I can stop the bleeding.