Pleasure is far from the word. [ He can smell the blood, after all, but far be it for the fire demon to offer any further assistance. Hiei isn't really the type for touch as it is, and add in that he doesn't know Silco from the next human he passes? Not likely.

For a moment Hiei's eyes drop to his sword, making sure that the creature hadn't somehow damaged it before he puts it back in the sheath to clean later. There's a lot of time to spend indoors in a night when he is needed for light or heating, after all. ]

I was going to watch until the thing nearly knocked the wall down with you, since I was on the roof.

[ That is a little dramatic, but that sounds like Hiei. ]

If you aren't a fighter, are you seeking injury or death?