"Sorry." Jackson shrugs his shoulders in a obviously insincere apology. Slipping a handkerchief out of his pocket, he sops up the rest of the blood.

"Try hydrogen peroxide and cold water. Promise it'll do the trick." And it's true; Jackson gets blood on his clothes on a near-daily basis.

"And if not for this mess--" He quiets, substituting a sly sort of smile for words. "For the future, once you commence your activities."