"Heal me? But...that would mean you would have...to..." Peiter began, his eyes widening as a wave of nervousness came over him. It wasn't embarrassment that made him nervous, as he felt very comfortable with Sabine. Rather, it was the other...thoughts that this sort of healing would inspire that he wanted to avoid. "Oh, that's...I'll probably be fine, I just need to...owww." He said before being interrupted by a sharp pain once he attempted to move. He cringed, then rolled onto his back as he looked up to Sabine with his scrunched-up face. He continued, though in a slightly higher-pitched voice.

"Okay, okay. Healing would be...nice. Very nice." Peiter moved his hands and looked down, only to lay his head back and cringe once more. "That's really not where I wanted thorns to be. Why am I an idiot?"

At first, Vilana laughed, thinking that Uthri's surprisingly-accurate impression was simply an educated guess. But, as soon as she realized that the impression was inspired by someone Uthri had actually met, her expression soured. "I do not remember the name of that snake, but I pray to Hircine that this 'Sees-no-Colors' is not the same one. If it is, then mark my words, the moment I see him, I'm going to slap his snout straight to the twin moons. He thinks himself so charming and charismatic, but I guarantee he would never charm anyone without a gallon of alcohol to move things along. You know who I pity? Any woman who would actually fall for him while sober. They would have to have a pretty empty head, and that's just unfortunate."