You've already done something for me. [ Eyes still on his work, he nods in the direction of the organ now wrapped tight in paper talismans, ] And for the woman who's missing this lung.

I'm sure she'd prefer you alive to thank properly. In the meantime, you may consider this as my own thanks if you must.

[ Stroke by stroke, the brush is plunging deeper down Sha-Ming's neckline. If that jacket of his isn't already unzipped, Seimei might have to do it himself to get to the rest of the torso on the way to the actual bite. ]