 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf
It was actually all really amusing, and for more reasons than he could count right now, so a slight chuckle escaped his lips as he dabbed at the cuts. Whether it was the adrenaline or the Murtlap that was easing the pain, he wasn't sure, but whatever it was he was down with it.
People in glass houses though, was not wrong, except he wasn't supposed to be in a glass house apparently. But pursuing straight-up law was not his thing, and as much as he loved potions, neither was that... though, potion scars could be equally as nasty anyway. "Fair point. She'll get over it," he agreed, wondering how quickly that might be. One death stare? Two? Smack on the head? He'd expect nothing less.
It amazed him what she could conceal in a corset. Were there undetectable expansion charms on it or something? That would be his guess. Lowering his hand with his sleeve pressed to his face, he let Daphne tend to his wounds, not even caring as the dittany stung his flesh upon impact. "And still a pretty face," he added, his other cheek apparently still in tact.
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