I'll be charming again when my face stops being a mess.

[He limps to the kitchen and slides off the jacket he's wearing, revealing the deep bruising across his back and chest. Before he sits he turns to give her a warning glare]

I don't know what sort of medicine you use, but if there's something you want to inject, find another way to give it to me or don't give it at all.

[His jaw is clenched at having to say that. It's incredibly embarrassing to say, but less embarrassing than the reaction he'd have if she did attempt to use a needle.]