"Not a euphemism, but thanks, I'd forgotten what filthy bloody minds you've all got." It got a smirk out of him, though, somewhat undermining his deadpan. "Hell, I did just say that, didn't I?" Stutely shook his head. Yeah, alright, he'd own that Freudian slip. There were a lot of tasks his right hand was falling down on right now. "And no, you can't lend a hand in that department. I'll take you up on the sword fighting sometime, though."
He straightened, earning a protest from his bruised ribs. "What'll we do with these ones, then?" He gestured at the pile of semi-melted ice packs. "Worth sticking 'em in the freezer?"