"No, it's fine, it's fine. I was just joking about the pain," Weston said, staring up at Hank and gave a wicked smile of enjoyment, "I Just wanted to see your reaction. Watch." Weston brought his left hand to his tongue, slid it down its length, then slid his left paw against his wound. As he slid down, it began healing without a trace of the cut. "See. What did I tell you? I am able to heal myself with just a lick from my tongue. But not only that, I can control my blood in various ways. I also can collect all the iron within my body to form a solid barrier in my bloodstream. I can change my oxygen needs and intake, which can increase my muscle's power and make me need less oxygen in a run.  At the best of times, I can control others blood. There's more I can do, but I can go on for awhile when explaining it."