"Does that look clean to you?" Dabi shook his head in disappointment. "You promised me a clean room, and so far you havent delivered."

Dabi stared down at the dark red his victim had been helplessly trying to wipe up, the bucket of water tainted with the blood that was still steadily flowing out of the wounds on his victim's body,

"I suppose its good enough for now," Dabi sighed, tilting up the man's chin with two fingers. "Come on, lets patch you up, baby."