[He'd actually managed to get lucky digging through the basement, but it had taken time. He'd swiped it and had to stare down a demon, but it was fine.]

Not as far as I know, anyway. But it is Hell.

[Francis isn't forth-coming with any particular details, hands shoving in his pockets with a slightly uncomfortable set to his shoulders. He almost doesn't say anything, is tempted to just leave it there since Squalo knows what it's for.

But no, he sighs a little, a roll of his eyes that's more aimed at himself than the swordsman.]

You just.. Look, you weren't as much of a dick as you could have been. I'm not gonna just ignore that. And I don't like owing people.

[A beat, and he maybe squirms a little.]

Thank you.

[Eww, fucking gross.]