[Finishes wrapping it up, tying it tightly enough to be able to hold off the flowing blood, at least for a moment. He doesn't look at him as he speaks, doesn't pull away, eyes firmly fixed at his makeshift bandage.]
And... how is that? [Doesn't know why you would even answer him; but then again, he doesn't know why he is asking-- it's none of his business, really. Except for the part of his mind that whispers, almost furiously, that it is.]