George: "Well fuck if I care," George hissed before walking around to be infront of the man and see his face. "Where I come from it is polite to look someone in the eyes while you talk and maybe to not steal their room."

Ariv: "I believe I have one or two but I am not fully sure," Ariv mumbled, glaring at the rubbing alcohol for a long silent moment. "The alcohol won't be necessary..."

(?): they kept their back to him and turned around as George did. "I-I'm sorry.... I just... I didn't want y-you to get hurt.." he wiped what seemed to be tears from his eyes and sniffled.

George: "Fine," George grumbled with a glare as he stared up at the figure. "Tell me why you cannot look at me at the very least! Please."

Ariv: Ariv reluctantly took his pants off, grumbling an argument under his breath to combat Alastor's false statements. "It wouldn't quite help me in the slightest and it would just hurt me more...!"

(?): he wrapped his arms around himself shrugging his shoulders. "Because I isn't like people seeing my face... now could you stop looking at me like that please..? I don't think I've done anything wrong to you... why are you acting like I have..?"

George: "Well let's see," George started, holding up a finger for everything he said, "you scare me out of nowhere, take me away from my husband, somehow you know my name but you haven't said yours, and oh yeah! You took me to a creepy dark room where I could totally be murder in. At the very least you could tell me who the hell you are and why I am here and not with my husband."

Ariv: "No it absolutely does-" Ariv was quickly interrupted as he gave a loud hiss, quickly shooing away the cloth before shielding the wound. "There are many other liquids you could use but you just had to use alcohol...!"