I spit the blood that had gathered in my mouth onto his perfect, white outfit. The maroon red was a disturbing contrast to the white, and I smiled in amusement. "Sorry Jace, can't help ya there. See my lip? It hurts, a lot. It makes it painful to even move my lip, so I will be resting my mouth until it heals." He sighed in frustration, and the glowered at me with mischief laced in every atom of his body. Pressing the com on his jacket, he whispered to the gaurds outside. "Bring him in."