Sirius nodded. "There is a certain<span style="font-style: italic">allure</span>about being able to manipulate someone to your advantage with a<span style="font-style: italic">whisper</span>or a<span style="font-style: italic">flick</span>of a finger." His lips curled into a smirk.<br/><br/>Though as Mr. Valenties continued, he found himself wanting to frown, but he managed to keep his face neutral. Barely.<br/><br/>"Your punishment is to allow me to take care of your wounds and get your side of the story." He picked up the first aide kit and sat it on his lap while opening it. His fingers immediately picking out the cold-pack, antiseptic, band-aides, and alcohol wipes. He held them in one hand as he put the kit on his desk again.<br/><br/>"If he got you on the chest, you will need to take your shirt off." He raised an eyebrow in question. "Unless you'd rather have the nurse, but I hear that her wrinkles set many off." He grinned.