Patroclus leaned in to kiss her hair at that. "Sounds like it," he said softly. "I'm glad you didn't. I don't think I'm ever going to be terribly calm about a needle every again. I wasn't too keen on swords for decades after I came back to life, and a sword is like an extension of my arm. It's just going to take time. She said she wanted to tie me up and lower me into a vat of burning oil, but she didn't have the vat. So. I'm glad about that."