[There was that hiss of pain with how tender those ribs were yet again, and a swat with the hand not holding a needle in retaliation for it. Asshole.]

Doesn't make them nonexistent, smartass.

[Fingers were idly rubbing skin as he noticed the twitching, some bit of distracting and more soothing touch even if it wouldn't really do that much. Was an old habit whenever he had to do stitches without having something to numb localized pain.

Corner of his mouth twitched the tiniest bit at the hiss then.]

When I met him, he was running a bar with an underground fight ring. Don't think I've got to worry about that.