"What do you mean, 'only blood?' Ain't much more you can give besides your own life." He's not sure what Heiji's implying, evidenced in the confused tilt of his head.

"Please. Don't confuse me with the Detective Inspector." Jackson snorts, shaking his head. A pinch of ash sprinkles onto his jacket. "Me? I'm here to have fun? I mean, we've got front row seats for the start of a turf war."