Careless? Careless?! I'm not the one who went about pushing people over onto beds, clambering around and stripping them, then leaving me with only a disappointing wank because you-!

[He sputters off, agitated. Flug started it! Flug pushed it! Flug tapped into that vein of Black Hat he didn't know about, and Black Hat is the careless one? Flug should be glad he didn't die fully! He should be, not arguing back about this!]

This wouldn't have happened at the manor! [For multiple reasons, really. The most glaring and unspoken one, of course, being that without the events of the last year, none of whatever this is would have occurred. Black Hat would have been in control, would not have died, would not need to feed on souls, only partaking when he wished. And if the worst had come to pass... well, it wouldn't be the first time he shoved a stolen soul into a vessel.

Black Hat is still on the defensive. He glowers, interpreting the question through his own lens. Coming off the scolding, he can't help but take it as a critique of his handling of the aftermath.]

Why, would you rather I'd shoved you under the bed?!

[He snarls in frustration - why is Flug being so difficult - and paces back and forth in place.]