The medical kit was sitting on top of a cabinet in his room, easy to access as he found he had to use it quite often these days. He grabbed it and headed back to the living room where he had left the human alone, hoping he wouldn't be stupid enough to call for help or try to escape while he was gone.<br/><br/>In the entrance to the room Zico watched as the human took his sweet time in removing his clothing, at first the demon though Alois might be in more pain than he had realised but it became apparent the longer he watched that it was more of an internal battle the male was facing. Was it really that difficult to remove his clothing? It wasn't like Zico was planning to rape him or anything, he seriously just wanted to disinfect the wounds on the others body.<br/><br/>When Alois sat down again Zico entered the room, the back of the sofa had prevented him from seeing the lower half of the human's body and so when he saw the shirt over one of the human's legs he had no idea as to why the human might have wanted it to be there. Zico knelt in front of Alois, grabbing the shirt and tossing it behind him immediately so that he could get this over with.<br/><br/>Zico paused the moment his eyes caught sight of the massive burn. It covered such a large portion of the human's body and looked like it was reasonably fresh, still healing. No wonder Alois had been limping in the Alley.<br/><br/>With a long moment of hesitation, Zico slowly reached his hand out to touch the burnt skin, only to have his hand immediately slapped away. He shot the human a glare before flicking his eyes back down to continue examining the skin. Was the human embarrassed about this? That must be why it took so long for him to take his clothing off. His eyes flicked up from the burn to Alois's face. His sharp expression softening. He didn't know how the Alois had come to have this scars, but he did know what they felt like and how it was to be ashamed of ones own body.<br/><br/>"Scars..." he spoke softly "make us stronger. They tell the stories of the battles we lived through... You should never be ashamed of them" He offered Alois a brief smile, just for a second and then it was gone. "I should know"<br/><br/>Zico wasn't sure why he did it, perhaps to give his words more meaning, perhaps to show Alois that maybe they weren't so different after all, but the demon slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his own scarred body. The arm that wasn't covered in tattoos looked very similar to Alois leg, only his burns had completely healed. The deformed skin started at his hand and stretched right up to his collar bones, creeping up the base of his neck. Then it stretched down over his torso, covering half his chest and a portion of his abdomen. His back was in the same state, the scar covering most of the skin going down and disappearing into the waistband of his pants.<br/><br/>"Now lets patch you up" Zico opened the lid to his medical kit. Fetching out some bandages and disinfectant. As well as a small bottle of light purple liquid. "This will help with the pain" he handed it to the human