Joslin had no defense against Blaine and Matthew raised his eyebrows faintly, arms crossing over his chest as the blond beat his retainer rather.. well, fiercely. Being normally so gentle with the man, it was surprising to see.

Joslin groaned, head swimming, and muttered through the blood and teeth and pain, "I should have stayed dead."

Matthew spoke up then, arms falling away so he could slip his hands in his pockets. "It was design. And it was mine." Joslin turned one bloodshot eye towards Matthew and let out a weak, wheezing laugh.

"You weren't supposed to damn me," he managed in very rough Russian. A cut or something must be bleeding into his eye because it was glassed over with the red tint of Vampire tears.