Ouch. He hadn't thought he'd looked that bad, but then he hadn't really stopped to look himself over in a mirror before seeking out Darius, either. If he was really as bad as the mage was implying, then it was a good thing he had decided against just heading home and dealing with it.
The cot wasn't the most comfortable of places to sit, so he shifted, trying to at least mitigate one unpleasant experience if he was going to have to deal with another, more painful one. He tried to smile, though he wasn't sure how well it came across. It felt more like a grimace. "I got the cake for you," he replied. "I'll take the mouth guard."
Even if he hadn't brought the cake specifically for Darius, the mouth guard provided more protection. With Drake's luck, he would be biting the cake and still bite through his tongue.