To some men, that is certainly a fate worse than death.

[If it would be worth the effort, and he was no danger or threat of doing something like this again. More reason to hear from the young woman herself, rather than make a call that could still leave him alive if there was something more to it.

Her head inclined then, the floor given to the bride.

The man likely wouldn't stop, far into this as he was. There had been worse she had found here, but this one could and would go to ridiculous measures that made her fear for her life more than anything else. Already one missing years ago, made to vanish and only some destroyed flower was found in the apartment.

Arlecchino took a breath before she rose to her feet slowly, a hand rested there against the top of the girl's head.]

Take her outside for some fresh air, and be on your guard. I'll deal with this.