Paul looked down, as the blindfold was removed from his face, but as he did so, one of the very same hands he used to remove the thing dissipated in front of him. "Huh!?" he called out, as he looked away, feeling the same warm familiar feeling across his shoulder and chest, where the arm was missing. He gulped as he looked away, trying not to think about it, before he turned to face the person who made him fail in his task. "You..." he murmured, frowning.
He turned his attention to his friends, Emma and Olivia, before he looked back at Alexia, with a look of rage in his eyes, as he inhaled sharply. "You want us, to pleasure you!? Pardon me but I'm fairly certain you were the one who caused so much chaos, preventing me from completing my task!" He moved his shoulder, the stump moving up and down. "We might not even make it out of this because of you! So, to you I say, imagine your relatives nude, in great detail...Bitch..." he declared, before turning his back on her, and closing his eyes, in a very disapproving manner of course.