It's with more restraint than he usually displays that he didn't simply snatch it out of Wrath's hand, but after watching him move, he couldn't be sure he wouldn't lash out at him for trying. Five's hands are steady, barely phased for handling a corpse, and the second vial is filled without comment. That task complete, he rests the body on the desk so it might look like the man was sleeping.

Not that it really matters. They'll be gone in another minute.

Once it's sealed, he regards the demon breathing hard and leaning on the desk. That must have taken a lot out of him. Again he wonders what the hell is in that poison, or if there's some kind of magic component to it that he doesn't understand. Earlier he doubted it would actually kill Wrath, and that of all the people his sister could have chosen to help, they'd picked one who didn't need it. But he's been wrong before.

They're quiet enough that even he can pick up on the distant sounds of talking and laughter downstairs. Before they leave, he decides he has time to get a better look at those weapons he saw hanging nearby. Teleporting with them will take more energy, but it seems practical to at least pick up a couple of lightweight blades.

He's careful about the noise he makes as he pulls them down, and when he returns he pockets the vial he filed and reaches his hand out for the other. It's best that he holds onto them. They're not going through this again.