Arthur's eyes were unsympathetic as they gazed back up at Malachi, his face indifferent even as he looped the rope around the other's already bruised neck.  He tied a knot with swift efficiency, checking how close it was to Malachi's skin and tightening it and checking it again.

"All right?" he asked, but he didn't really care about the answer.  Instead, Arthur dropped the rope to the floor and found a shirt, slipping it carefully over his freshly stitched shoulder and buttoning it all the way to the top.

"A doctor must always look presentable," he explained, even though the shirt was stained in two different placed with two different substances.

He returned to Malachi's side, picking up the rest of the length of rope and wrapped it around one arm.  The other motioned to the front door.

"Lead the way."