He gave her a bit of a smile. It always amused him with a woman was worried about him hurting himself. "They're already healed." He said, but let them slide back into his hand anyhow. Once the points went back in, he help her fist up to her, letting his hands relax as three little cuts slowly healed up. Not as fast as they should, because for some reason it was slower here, but it still healed up.

WHY he opened this can of worms, he didn't know. He sat up straighter, eyes glancing off out at the garden. The party could be heard in the background, in the distance. He could make excuse to go back to that. He needed to scope out a few more people after all. But, he shrugged a single shoulder. "I don't remember exactly." And he knows that sounds like he's trying to curb the question, so he adds, while glancing to her. "Memory issues. Nothing to worry about though. The military back home did shit like that."