With the amount of blood that had stained both the coat and the formerly white shirt underneath, it's doubtful that this one was anything but dead.

"As if you wouldn't be perfectly aware of where such a preeminent tailor plied his trade, what luck for me," As it was he blinked once, twice in return, before a short laugh slipped from him, amusement clear in his gaze as he nodded. "You're likely right at that though, but well my priorities being what they are..."

It was quick enough work to part fabric a bit more, showing parts of the same peacock tattoo that crawled up the side of his face and neck as he investigated the wound with dark-nailed fingers. "Not nearly as bad as it had been, I've got that going for me today."

As if the injury still didn't look nasty enough, for all the stranger didn't look overly alarmed by it.