[Law's a little more cautious. Stitches mean blood has been spilled, and he's certainly not the only person who can follow a blood trail. And the night is charged, and someone rapped their fingernails on his windows earlier, and sent his cat flying up the stairs to hide under his bed.

And he didn't sense them coming up.

Which has troubling implications.]

Got it. Coming in. [Once he's in and the dog growls, he raised his hands in surrender and speaks soothingly.] Easy there... I'm not a threat. [And lean the nodachi against a wall, eyes widening and then narrowing slightly.]

... that looks nasty. I'll be a sec. I need to wash my hands and put on some gloves. Where's the kitchen?