[ The joke (if "I don't believe there is a proper etiquette to this sort of thing" could be considered as such) falls flat with Felix. He swats his hand away, grumbling at his tentative politeness. How dare he act this way, like he did something so heinous that he's lost his trust. All he did was spill extra blood and make a mess of his shirt. ]
Fine. [ He sits back in his lap and begins undoing the clasps of his cloak. ] Make yourself useful and close the wounds. [ While he... undresses...? ]
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Fine. [ He sits back in his lap and begins undoing the clasps of his cloak. ] Make yourself useful and close the wounds. [ While he... undresses...? ]