Bruno? That's El Musico's real name? Why? Why is Musico telling him about his real identity? In this situation the only thing he might need to know about Musico's real identity is his blood type, but that's it. Claude stared at Musico, or Bruno or whoever he is, with a still face. At first he wondered if he did accidentally had given him something to make the hero act loopy, but quickly disregarded the idea. The hero's vitals aren't terrible right now, but Claude could only just assume that there's something else he cannot really control. "Bruno Musico……Funny, that rhymes perfectly," He said nonchalantly. "And besides, I am not trapped here. A friend of mine owns this whole place so in a way, it's mine. You, on the other hand, are trapped, but I am great, so you should be grateful about that."
Bruno was feeling more and more tired by the second. “Look, I don’t care that you want to feel superior to the poor helpless immigrant boy, oh how tragic he must be, that sort of thing. I forged my path in love, and I forged it in care. You, however, forged a path of blood. It really should be me gloating.” he snarked, taking a deep breath into the mask. “Any progress on my guts yet?” he asked sarcastically, not cruel but leaning towards rude.
Slouching in the chair, he kept staring at the vitals monitor. While he did, he removed the gloves then disposed them. With his thumb, he rubbed inside his palm. Staring down at the floor, Claude stopped himself from clenching his jaw. Now his mind was starting to go back to what it was before, or at least, that's what he expected. "I escaped from all that I knew. I escaped eternal damnation and torture. So what if I forged a path of blood? I am free now. I am better than ever." He went to where his robes where and pulled out a hair tie. Even though he should've put his hair up before operating on Musico, it was only until then that he did. He ambled back to his previous spot, gazing over at the hero then at the vitals monitor. "Well everything is either patched up, treated, or taken care of in some way, so the bleeding should be stopping right now. It might take awhile, but other than that, just relax. I could try to move you in a bit when things clear up."
Bruno shrugged. "Whatever you say. By the way, you look nice with your hair up like that. Not that it's any of my concern, obviously." he said, in an attempt to compliment the man. He didn't know hwy he was trying to be nice, maybe he just felt like making the best of the situation. "You seem to not be operating on me, that must bode… well?" he said, feeling a bit awkward. He was always like this with villains he'd been captured by, but with this one… Õudne, Macabre, whatever he was, he was always more confident. He wondered how the man had ever defeated anyone.
Now what is going on? His attention completely fixated on the hero. With crossed arms, Claude just stared at Musico with a puzzled look. Compliment. He has determined that it's a compliment. Typically he's used to them, yet he really never gets them from someone that's a hero or anyone who's not a client at Vahel. Something always overtakes his mind as he pretends to be a club owner, but he can't do that now. Right now, he's just Master Õunde.
The hero's question made him snap back into reality. He nodded. "I suppose. I am just watching to see if anything happens, but I got you in time so I don't really expect anything bad to happen."
