When she asked to help he glanced at her for a moment as she went into the basement.  This female was just one big confusion.  When she came back up and moved his hand he looked at her as she mentioned that it would sting.  As the alcohol hit his open wound his eye twitched but he made no noises.  Alcohol on an open wound was a feeling he was intimate with.  He had more scars than most people thanks to his profession.  Hearing her giggle made him raise his eyebrow again as he looked down at the wound.  Pretty good patch job for someone who wasn't familiar with knife wounds.  Pulling his shirt back down he walked past her and muttered a thanks but shook his head.<br/>"The less you know the better."<br/>Was all he said as he grabbed his vest and headed for the basement to put his vest there so he could fix it later.  He needed a shower to clean up and he needed to change clothes to get out of the blood soaked clothing.  Heading back up from the basement he went to his room and took a shower, being careful to wash the knife wound and let it clean with water before putting her bandage back on after he was out and dry.<br/><br/>Sitting on his bed, he had a towel wrapped around his waist as he was checking his chest for any other wounds since he'd felt a few blades hit his chest and was making sure nothing got through his vest.  With his fur being as short as it was, he'd be able to see any wounds that may be on his chest.  After not seeing anything he sighed and leaned back on his hands to just relax.  His chest and back were covered in scars from jobs that hadn't gone according to plan.  He'd finished the missions but he came off with some new scars too.  Rubbing the back of his neck he flopped onto his back and closed his eyes to relax.