“Shan’t. Now let me /see/.” She brushed her fingers over his arm and interposed a painblock.
“Just-” It seemed like it would be impossible to say anything to that woman and she obeys him. Even if she was being careful with his arm, he still pulling it to himself. “I’ll be fine, just don’t…”
“Oh, of course, it will be fine, hurting that much.” Her tone was sharp, scolding. “Men. Honestly. You can either let me see it, or I’ll call someone more official to handle this.”