Pfft! [He buzzes, craning back for a towel to snug around Ghoul's shoulders.] Like I'm gonna walk out on you now. Not bleeding? That's cool, I'm gonna go get a cawfee. Naw, I'm staying here. Long as you want me.

[His boots squawk in the tub as he lifts a foot to step back out.] Gotta let my shift dry at least, right? C'mon. [Give him your hands, come on out. He'll back off the second he's asked, but until that time, Ghoul may as well be an invalid.]