Yeah, you might wanna wait on five dates for that. Or a really fucking good dinner on him.

[ he's kidding, which may or may not be evident by his brand of neutral, deadpan sarcasm. it's the best he could do while multitasking right now. at least he's finished up stitching the wound on the side of his belly. that's one down.

he gives a tug to the thread to snap it off, hissing a bit at the ache that causes. ]

You know how to stitch yourself up or you need a hand?