If you come to me with a broken arm, you'll be begging me for a proper doctor. But I can deal with minor scrapes and bruises, yes. [ And bullet wounds and injuries beyond that too, but Andromache doesn't need to know that unless it's strictly necessary. He doesn't want to be the go-to for that sort of thing, after all. Only in emergencies, when nobody more capable is around. If he wanted to become a Lazareth, he would have become a Lazareth, and the idea of accidentally hurting someone worse is a present worry in his mind.

Not for something small like this, though. Andromache clearly doesn't mind a scrape or two. ]

Girls will think the bandage is less sexy, but I'm afraid they find wounds leaking puss least sexy of all, [ he says, slapping a bandage onto it and taping it closed. ] But yes, I'm sure you'll be able to woo your fair share of ladies like that. Not that I think you were struggling in that arena.

[ He could tell Andromache was one of theirs right away. Something about her bearing, perhaps. But she's the sort many women Kim has known have gone wild for: reckless but charming, a little wild, a tendency to really focus in on the person she's talking to as though her world has dwindled down to them. A good lay, but a bad idea. ]