Are you kidding? Look at me, I've got... the cut magicked away and the blood practically gone, and... if we walk slow I won't limp.

I'm pretty much ready for the ball.

[ He laughed again, shook his head. Rolled his eyes, and gripped the back of Aymeric's messy hand, rubbed the blood off on his sleeve. Used his sleeve to to a better job with his own face, too. ]

As long as you're still ready to rumble, I'll just... actually, seriously, maybe, uh... stick behind you.