The door to the room opened, and a huge man walked in, taller even than the Crimson Angel and more muscular, though not bulky. Over the orbital bone of his right eye was a thick black "C", the raven colour matching the mane of hair that tumbled down to his shoulderblades but somehow stayed out of his face. He wore a black, high-necked longcoat, open at the front, with black combat trousers and boots. A knife was sheathed at his hip, but the most eye-catching feature was the myriad of scars that adorned his bare upper body, each in the shape of a Sigil. Nearly all were simply raised white lines, but over his sternum were a set of red welts that delineated the Sigil of Healing.
Behind him came a petite woman, barely reaching her partner's ribcage, clad in a set of form-fitting, silvery-white armour with a whip coiled around her upper right arm and two knives at her hip. If one knew where to look, they might notice discreet valves, attached to hidden internal water pockets. As they entered the room, she hopped up onto her partner's left shoulder in a blur of acrobatics, sitting there with a giggle as he calmly walked across the room, not even acknowledging her presence on his person. As he sat down at the table, he sighed, then spoke in a thunderously deep voice.
"Of course, we would have to be walking by at the time when Forbidden Alchemy is mentioned. I suppose this means I'll be working with you now. For those who don't recognise me, I am Arcturus Rex, better known as Bloodclaw."
"And I'm Lucy. We generally get called the Relentless. Arc, over there - he hates being called that, by the way - might also be known to you as the 'three-street-dismemberment guy'. The cleanup crews were cursing his name for weeks."
She smiles impishly as Rex glares at her - the only expression he's shown so far - then hops down from his shoulder and walks over to the food. She begins to pile it up, and then suddenly throws a sausage over her shoulder at her partner, who catches it without even looking and calmly pops it in his mouth, revealing teeth that are... perhaps a little longer and sharper than usual. When Lucy comes back, she's holding two plates of food, one of which she hands to Rex before hopping back up onto his shoulder and starting to eat. Just as for almost the entire time he's been here, his expression doesn't change beyond the tiniest movements of a few muscles as he once again ignores her antics and starts consuming his meal.
About halfway through, he stops eating, frowns, puts a hand to his stomach, and then sighs and looks at Lucy, whose eyes just sparkle back at him in merry amusement. The Sigil of Healing on his chest glows gold for a moment, then seals up into a scar somewhat thicker than the others with a faintly sickening organic noise.
"I would appreciate you not poisoning my food."
Placing his cutlery down, he draws his knife and, quite calmly, as if it's an everyday thing, begins recarving the Sigil into the skin of his chest, opening up the scarlines about half in inch deep. His expression doesn't so much as twitch once, as if he doesn't even feel it. Once he's done, he cleans his knife on a napkin, sheathes it, and goes straight back to eating.