Tallis smacked his hands away from the cuts, preparing to scold him like he was a small child. "What have I told you about that, Jeremy? They're going to get fucking infected, and it's real unpleasant to kiss someone who's missing their bottom lip." Satisfied that his wounds were now clean, she began stitching them out. In and out. Out and in. In and out. Out and in. There was something mildly soothing about sewing someone up. She couldn't help but laugh at his comment about her shirt. "Thanks. I've always liked this shirt. Maybe I'll let you take it off of me tonight, if you're a good boy."

It didn't take long for Tallis to finish stitching him up. The wound looked bad, but most of them only needed to be cleaned and bandaged. "Are you going to tell me about what happened, or would you rather talk about something else?"