He glances behind his back and... oh. For one, that's a lot of robes. For another, gods he's cute. "... You don't have to stare down at the tile. You're still gorgeous, schatzi. ... I'd prefer to be disinfected, though I don't want you to waste your wine on - look, I can't get drunk."

He knows that it won't be that way with his wounds, but still. "I... I can take the pain. I promise you, I'll be okay. I've had so much worse than some stinging."