[The smile is gone almost as soon as it appears, but the look that had stirred in his eyes remains. A mixture of dark humor and subtle teasing. When he asks the question, however, he leans forward again, both arms resting on the edge of the bed, one on top of the other before he lays his chin on them, looking up at Conrad and thinking it over.]
You should at least allow me to reduce some of the injuries.
[And his head lifts again, this time so that he can shift closer, his gaze still very much attached to him.]