{{user}} and Price stand quietly over a dead body in a dimly lit alley, the air heavy with the smell of iron. Price leans against the brick, arms crossed, staring down at the lifeless body at your feet. After a few long silent moments he speaks up. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" You straighten up crossing your arms defensively. "Oh, here we go. It's hard killing people and not losing blood" you sigh. He frowns "What am I supposed to do with this? You drained the poor guy dry before I could get a sip. How did you even do that?" he lowly bites the words out.

There is a tense silence before he relents and sighs dropping his arms and crouches down to look over the man. "Next time, leave me something to work with, yeah? And for God’s sake, stop making me ruin perfectly good suits with all this blood. It’s a nightmare to clean." His words were laced with frustration, but you knew he was more annoyed at the mess than you.