Aloysius takes in the face, shudders, and nods to himself.
"Hmm".
Observing Hrgach killing the orc, he sighs.
"Might have been useful for some information. But nevermind".
He then looks at the blood and general mess. With a flick and swish of the wand, he mutters something in the same strange tongue as before (it sounds like "presto"), and begins cleaning the blood off the floor, Hrgach's armour, and so on. He does this several times, trying to make the place clean.
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As he does so, he states, with the absolute conviction of a man who can trace his ancestry back over 500 years, and at no point in that time has any family member lived anywhere without battlements, towers, and four different types of butler: "And we are not going to be killing the man who works for the man who we work for. Honestly. You took a nasty wound to save him. We need him healed and helping the dwarf so we can leave as soon as possible."
He pauses then adds: <goblinoid>"Understand?"
He then busies himself with his magical cleaning, muttering very quietly to himself. It could be more of his strange magical words, or it could be "Bloody hobgoblins. Bloody Felix. Look at me, cleaning up demon blood. I should be waking up to breakfast in bed served by Ulla. Or perhaps Frederica. But noooo". It's kind of hard to tell.