This guy will never go away, Russel. You’re stuck with him from now on. Let that sink in while you enjoy the delightful sound that is Emil laughing his ass off, ringing beautifully in the bathroom’s acoustics.

It wasn’t a fountain of blood like the Echo made him believe, but it was still damn good. A more modest stream was better, anyway - a puddle of blood would invite trouble and the potato gun deal was quite enough for now.

“You’re the one with the problem,” he breathed between bursts of laughter. “Oh my God, I can't believe it worked! Sexy girls really make you bleed!”