Give me a moment and I'll clean it up, don't you fret. It's the least I can do, all things considered...

[ With one sticky hand he feels out the healed skin at his side, where the blade had sliced him open so cleanly. Opening his eyes once more he peers at the bloodied, ragged hole in his black jumpsuit with a grimace. He'll have to find someone with magical sewing powers in the morning. ]

You've done a damned fine job, you know. I'm highly impressed.