I'd hope not. Christ knows you've had plenty shots already without resorting to all this.

[ As if Fenris were the type to lay low that long waiting for an opportunity rather than making one for himself. It's part of what makes them a balanced pair, a solid partnership, Rafe's ability to wait out the long con tempering his brash into-the-fray mentality.

Once the bandages start winding around his shoulder, once Rafe knows it's being taken care of, it's easier to place the pain into its own box and put it aside. Still there, still throbs in time with a heartbeat he no longer has, but manageable. Minimal. He reaches for another scrap of cloth to blot up what's...splashed down his front. While he's glancing down at himself, he tacks on in that same casually strained tone what may well be another joke from how lightly he says it, how unimportant it is that he can say it off the cuff without meeting Fenris's eyes. ]

For a second there, thought you were having a, uh. Rather extreme case of buyer's remorse.

[ He's guessed otherwise by now but. Haha. It's funny. Total joke. ]