Alec lets Yuri take the receptionist's hand without a fight. He's staring at the spill of blood over his fingers, rubbing his thumb and index finger together through the slick, slightly sticky mess.

"I did," he says, softly, tilting his hand sideways to watch the formation of tiny droplets along its lower edge, "Looks like he's a bleeder."

Alec drops the knife onto the desk and slides off it to land on both feet, absently rubbing his fingers together again.

"Guess it's a good thing we didn't go under the nail."