This time, the whip doesn't come down on Shinjirou's back. It lashes across his buttocks instead, cutting viciously through the scratches and bruises the guest had left on him less than a day ago. The whip's progress sends droplets of blood flying through the air; one lands on Jade's cheek, burning hot, and he allows to trickle downwards, tickling slightly as it follows the pull of gravity.

Satisfied that the message had sunken in - and fearing for Shinjirou's health - he leaves without a word, taking the whip with him.