Greed puckered his lips in a twitchy expression. Did she really think by saying so that he was just going to go home? Silly, silly mortal girl. "I should have slapped a warranty on you for real." He jerked his hand away grabbing the scissors on the floor after a few shuffles through the boxes, cutting a uneven square of gauze. He was angry. He didn't even like when his shoes were scuffed, what made her think he'd appreciate this?
"You didn't listen to me," his tone was serious, repeating much of what he'd told her online just hours before. "I said to stay inside. I said to stay away from the streets." He paused putting the gauze patch down over the bruise as gently as his large hands would let him. "At least you didn't go near Times Square." At least he'd thought.