"It's a nice contrast to all the purple, isn't it?"

A smirk lingered on Molly's face as he watched the other man approach him. He couldn't tell what species the other man was. He appeared mostly human but those serpentine eyes hinted to something else. Something Infernal? Or draconic perhaps.

"Were you summoned? I was dead."

He sliced a nail along the side of his neck, drawing blood from one of the rather ostentatious peacock feathers tattooed there. He's never tried it before, but maybe a bit of radiant energy can break a lock.

Except when he reached again for the lock, there was only blood on his nail.

"Fuck," he muttered and looked at his bloody nail with confusion. He touched his hand to the side of his neck. The scratch was still there, a little blood still seeping from it.

"No magic I see." This was certainly going to be a lot harder than he thought.