Oh, Edgar had definitely noticed Ianchus' call for help on the network and.. well, he can't really say that he had been all that surprised. Their meeting at the party had been brief and Edgar couldn't exactly claim to know him personally, sure, but he certainly knew his kind of people. Back in the party the man had seemed to surround himself with beauty, lavishing different kinds of carnal pleasures while laughing at the proper and conservative. Hedonist to the core, with some masochistic tendencies.

So his network post had felt nothing but tragicomic. It hadn't been a long since they had heard news of his last death, which hadn't been all that pleasing sight.

But curiosity also sparked within his mind and Edgar decided to go and pay this poor soul a friendly hospital visit. Who knows? Maybe there would be some "leftovers" for him so to speak. Last time he certainly had been intoxicated enough not to tell when Edgar took a small taste out of him.

It's late when he arrives to the clinic. It's been a quite while since the last time he had been there so he moved with caution, looking out for mirrors or other unexpected reflective surfaces just to be sure. Silently, he approaches the bed assigned to Ianchus.

"Evening," he greets once he's standing by the bed, wearing an amused grin on his lips. "Looks like you're alive this time."