She couldn't of heard him right. Which is why she hasn't moved to get any supplies just yet. Did he just -- he never agrees to anything that easily. Just when she thinks she has him figured out he throws her a curveball. She never knows what to make him.

At the impatient tone she huffs a little before downing the last of her beer and then getting up.

"Well, I wouldn't want to keep his Royal Highness waiting."

She disappears only to come back with bandages and other supplies. She sits down next to him before pouring some peroxine on cotton.

"I have to clean them first. It's going to sting."