He noticed her watching and frowned, his free hand gripping the sink. "Seriously, Fleur. Don't worry; I can still find your necklace. Just go to bed."
He laughed lightly, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth. "I think you might be hard pressed to find a place where I'm 'welcome'."
He frowned at her, but lifted the hem of his shirt to inspect his abdomen, revealing bruises that were already beginning to form. "I just made some deals that I shouldn't have. That's all."
He frowned, dropping his shirt and leaning down to wash his face. "We'll find your necklace tomorrow and then you can go home and not worry."
He looked over at her before turning out the light and closing the door, returning to the bed and sitting down with a sigh of relief, still holding his side.
She would hear him lie back in bed. There was a silence before he started laughing, a low chuckle that broke through the darkness.
"I was just... if I died in my sleep tonight, then you'd be stuck having to drag around a corpse until you found your necklace," he said, his voice quiet. "And then, when you did find the necklace, you'd have to put it in my probably decomposed hand and then take it from me so you could say I gave it to you. Really, this spell you've cast is only inconveniencing yourself."
He laughed again, but it was cut short as pain shot through him. He shifted uncomfortably while he spoke. "Inconvenient for you. I'd be fine."
