Arlet watched the man pace and talk for a period of time. When he had finished and stoff facing Arlet, dart at the ready, Arlet yawned loudly and grinned. "Lovely bedtime story, really. Now read the one about the princess and the thief." he said, smiling, and slightly turning his back on the stranger. Arlet knew the guy was being patronising to try and annoy, or maybe he really was just that arrogant. But regardless, Arlet always preferred sarcasm. If people thought you were an idiot it was so much easier to get away with what you wanted. But Arlet was no idiot, and sure enough, the man attacked Arlet with the dart. Dodging out of the way easily, Arlet then spun his sword to block the other's, once again, another move obvious to any idiot with half a blade. What Arlet hadn't expected was the sai that trapped his sword and pulled it out of his reach, and this gave the stranger the oppurtunity to slice open Arlet's bandage, revealing the large wound, bleeding all over again. Arlet cursed himselg mentally, but also glared at the stranger for his comment. Did this arrogant bugger honestly think that Arlet, one of the few people who could claim mastery of the chakrams, wasn't ambidextrous. Why, if he'd thought to grab his second sword... But shortly after, the stranger jumped out of the window, leaving the promise of returning. Walking to the window, Arlet looked out at the street, but saw no-one. Begrudgingly, he smiled. Thee man was good... a pain in the ass, but good. But looking down at his stomach, Arlet realised he better tend to his wound quickly. Thinking this, Arlet looked around the room, and spotted what he needed... a needle, some thread, and some acid. Mixing the acid with some boiling water, Arlet submerged the needle, to clean it. What he was about to do would hurt for such a large cut, he thought as he looped the thread through the needle, but it would hurt even more if it became infected. Finishing tying the thread through the needle, Arlet then gritted his teeth, and began to stitch up the wound himself. Shortly after he'd finished stitching up the wound, Arlet walked into the other room, his shirt open. The area around the wound was still tender, and he didn't want to push his luck yet, but he also enjoyed the looks he got from Gur, and on one or two ocassions he thought he'd caught Yula looking as well...he couldn't be sure though. But as he entered the other room, he saw Yula eating by the door, and Gur sitting nearby. "So, how are we all tonight?" he asked, grinning widely. "I just got a rather strange visit." he said, as he walked over to Yula. Once there he sat down next to her, and leant over to whisper into her ear. "Thanks for the help back there." he whispered. "Really."