（ he catches the towel, one corner of it winds around his wrist and makes a damp smack against his wrist. it gets used to wipe the blade first, which he sheathes, and then the messy smear across his chest. his thumb fans out against the cotton fabric as it pinks with the stain, and then he shakes his head and balls it up. it gets tossed to the nearest bin. ）

Oh, I was plenty confident in the outcome, don't you fret. I've been at this a while. It was an 'infinitesimal' in the mathematic sense. 'An indefinitely small quantity, a value approaching zero'.

（ look he has been a math nerd for as long as he can literally remember, no he will not apologize. ）

Name's Cy. Cyram if ya nasty.