[ the realisation of what he's said hits him just as it does eiffel. damn.

For a moment Elias shifts, inspecting the handkerchief like he isn't going to answer. But there were enough people around that if he wants to know there won't be any hiding it. ]

Dear Miss Melanie King. A decent employee, for the most part. Not one to be appeased with breaking my nose, however. She stabbed me in the shoulder, ripped out Mr. Gray's heart, and if she hadn't turned back into Stoker I'm quite sure you'd have had to come and resurrect me.

[ He keeps his tone level, like this is nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone's former employees just really hate them, Eiffel. That's just life as a businessman. ]