[Hold on. Hold up. In his defense, all demons where he's from disappear into inky, smokey darkness when they die. Unless he consumes them first. But like, none of them leave messy red splats on the ground unless it's the ones they've made of humans!

For once, this problem isn't just specific to him!

Kazuya gives a lopsided smile as he trails after Makoto through the store while carefully looking over clothes himself as he does, though he doesn't ever stray too far away from the other demon.]

Yeah... My blood kind of just... Disappears? After a few seconds? It's kind of handy because it doesn't make a mess or stick to my clothes or anything like that.

[Honestly, he'd also only guessed that Makoto's blood is still very messy because of how he'd phrased it... Overeager, on both of their parts. And it's not like Kazuya isn't eager either? Even now, there's a slow roll of delight rolling in his stomach, putting him in maybe a little too chipper of a mood.]