[He gurgles a little; he's still conscious, but pretty out of it. Anya nods, though, approving despite her previous abstention. It will be less of a mess to clean up. And she appreciates it for Harvey's sake. She cranes her neck over his shoulder a little, because it's kind of fascinating to watch, the impossibly fine control of it.]

Do you think you could get the blood out of the books? I feel bad about that.