Caelyn had to shake his head to make sure he heard the Natrelmon right. "Fang don't you dare bite anyone ok? I know how much you love the sauce, but we really need to work on your control." The natrelmon let out a screech and returned to his relic. "Such a damned diva." Caelyn shook his head. He looked around the morgue and found a scalpel. Guess this one will do. "Well here goes nothing." Caelyn reached down and sliced open his palm. He wanted to do it before Kasumi. She liked to pick on him, and he was shy to a point, but she severly underestimated Caelyn. He planned to keep up the facade, by acting like he was constantly trying to impress her. He knew she was probably a lot stronger than he was, but it wasn't always about that. "Sssss. Stings a bit, heh." Caelyn took his sliced palm and placed it on the edge of the glyph that Yata-Garasu had pointed at. 

Caelyn extended his hand out to Kasumi. "You know if this is all a prank to get into my pants, it may just work. But to just hold my hand it is a bit much Kasumi," Caelyn shot her a fierce grin. "Hurry up! The blood's dripping!"