"Blood."

"Huh?"

He taps the scroll impatiently, biting the inside of his cheek.

"The last thing we need."

"And you don't think that maybe, you should have told me, before I got rid of the body?"

He grimaces.

"Oops?"

Skylar frowns.

"I'm really sorry, Skylar."

She sighs, picking up a small serrated blade, and twisting it between her fingers.

"Guess we're going to have to do this the old fashioned way."

Lee gapes at her as she brings the knife to her wrist, pressing down gently.

"Skylar."

She pauses, looking up at him.

"There's ketchup in the fridge."

Interesting.

Maybe she can have a burger, after being sufficiently drained of blood.

She shakes her head.

"Wait."

He swallows.

"What I meant is, we can use the ketchup instead."

She laughs.

"I swear, Lee, if we weren't in the process of summoning a demon, I would sit you down and explain in painstaking detail how dumb you just sounded."

Lee furrows his eyebrows, squaring his shoulders in indignation.

"I'd like to see you figure out the difference between blood and ketchup."

"I'm an assassin, Lee, I think I would know."

The boy leans against the kitchen counter top, wrinkling his nose slightly at the heavy smell of bleach.

"Do you trust me, Sky?"

She sighs in defeat, turning to face him.

"You really think this is a good idea?"

He grins.

"Nope."

"Hand over the ketchup."