Lazarus chuckled. "I cant move my body." He chuckled some more, before wincing and putting everything into lifting an arm. He managed it, but only enough to grasp onto Sasha's hand. She helped him up and he leaned on her. "yeah... I did, I had to. I had no choice." Making their way inside, he was slumped into a chair near Damian. Lazarus was still pretty dazed, all that blood rushing around his head. He didn't really know what he was talking about. "So Sasha, did you enjoy last night?" He had a childish look on his face. That collision with the stone wall a minute ago had knocked him senseless too, and he was starting to feel the effects of it.