Sure, clean. Clean right through. Laharl wouldn't like to know how a would like that felt, though, knowing Larxene, she'd probably love to show him.

Ugh... the things this place was making him do, he thought to himself as he lifted Vyers' hand, and started wrapping a strip of cloth around it. Laharl didn't really feel like letting his old man here bleed to death though, so...

Quietly Laharl wrapped, but after a moment he spoke up. "Oi... So... Why the hell did you let her do this? Why didn't you get the hell away?" Laharl asked. He was plenty good at running away, after all. Why hadn't he?