Koda stiffened at the touch and when his knot popped, yes it felt better but this made him move out from under the engine as he stood up and growled at her.<br/>"You really aren't fond of listening are you?  I said I don't like being touched.  I'd advise you not to do that again if you'd like to keep that hand looking the way it's supposed to."<br/>Koda looked at the bandages she had laid out and shook his head.<br/>"I'll do it myself."<br/>Was all he said as he headed out of the garage.  The oil would take some time to fully drain so he took that time to head to his room.  He had first aid kits all over his home, a habit he'd gotten into early on.  Once in his room he headed for his bathroom and lifted his shirt up, looking at the bandage.  The bleeding had stopped which was evident by the light pink tone to the bandage rather than a deep crimson color.<br/><br/>Pulling the bandage off he used a gauze pad dampened with alcohol and disinfectant.  Dabbing it on his wound he sighed heavily at the stinging sensation but continued on before rubbing some salve on his wound to help speed up the healing process.  He then let the wound breath a bit as he sat on a chair in his bathroom and held his shirt up so that the air could sooth the stinging sensation and give his wound time to air out before he covered it with the bandage again.  Given how terrible she was at following a simple request of keeping her hands to herself, he was tempted to drop her off in the city and just let her go just to get her out of the house and away from him.  He wasn't the kind of male that you could just touch simply because he'd been wired to attack anyone touching him.  He was honestly surprised he hadn't snapped her arm yet.