Szayel forced himself to retrieve his injured hand slowly, even though every instinct was to snatch it away. He gritted his teeth and cradled it in his other hand, but didn't take his eyes off Marluxia.

So, even with Lumi in a drug induced state of incoherent agitation, Marluxia was able to control him with little more than a word. That was interesting information.

He turned without a word to take himself to the sink, tearing the glove off his injured hand quickly. It was broken, and bleeding, and right now it throbbed horribly. He held his arm by the wrist and kept his hand under the water, rinsing the wound where Lumi's teeth had broken the skin with a hiss.