[Fayt barely resists the urge to roll his eyes at Albel's biting remark.] I don't think you're much better. You do know the expression 'bath in the blood of your enemies' is supposed to be metaphorical?

[He frowns a little at the shed feathers, mentally agreeing with Cliff. The last thing they needed was another problem with wings.] He's right, though. Those fall out, you start getting sick.

[He wouldn't be surprised if being covered in blood like that would make someone ill, either.]