That was an interesting reaction. Were his mouth not full, Axel would have busted out laughing. And he almost did.
But he managed to not sporfle blood everywhere and continued to take a mental count. A pint, that's how much they gave at those blood drive things, right? That'd be plenty. He'd never chugged a pint of any liquid before.
.... Wait, that was a lie. No, drinking contests with Luxord and Xigbar didn't count, he decided.
And that was it.
"Hold on, this may sting a little." The tip of one finger glowed with a tiny, but intense flame, which he quickly touched to the tiny holes, cauterizing them almost imperceptively.
Axel grinned, almost completely himself again and starting to feel very, very guilty about the others before. He didn't let it show, though. Not just yet. "Alright, cookies and punch for the donor."