No. I could take care of it myself, but I had a feeling you'd protest.

[He unbuttons the bottom couple buttons of his shirt and hikes it up so she can see. (Sadly, he is a pretty boy, nowhere near as shredded as Ed Rothstaylor.) A little blood has seeped through her makeshift bandages, but not so much to be deeply worried.

While his expression remains the same as usual, Aqua has to look away while she looks. He's a little warm around the face, too.]

...Are you sure you're all right, after touching the... blot?