"I've got a matched set of swords at home myself. Found it underneath my bed one day." Fil admitted as he rolled up his sleeve as requested.

"Sounds good to me. You've got work to get to?" He began to clean the wound with the wipes, hissing a bit at the sting. After he finished. He took some of the offered bandage and began wrapping his arm.

"Hey, do you think Starbucks will make me another coffee for free?"