[Your lips are moving, moving, your lips are moving, moving, and yet he hears nothing but ringing. So he'll stare. Uncomprehendingly at Sebastian, even though what Sebastian said is literally one syllable.]
I--WHAT?
[He starts when Sebastian touches him, not because of the ban on touching he'd impose literally three minutes ago, but because owowow, that's tender! And now that he's noticing his skin flaming up, his unclothed torso is pretty scratched up and aching too, from the flying debris.]