Graham shrugged with a smile, "I can't help it." He was modest in nature. He didn't think he was any wizard. "No?" He chuckled, "what suits me, then, Doctor?" He shook his head, "I had my fair share of bragging long ago. I think I'll be okay without bragging through the end of the world," he jested. Truth be told, Graham Frost had been a very different person before the world went to shit. He had been more than the bragging sort. He'd had his fill, and now was his opportunity to, well, be different. To change the type of douche canoe that he was. Yes, douche canoe. Douche nozzle. All of the above.
"Ehh," he wrinkled his nose and shrugged, "I'm lucky for a lot of things. I've survived way too much, really, to still even be here." He was definitely immune. A fact that was nice to know. When Lita pulled back to pull her gloves off, he resituated, straightening up some and keeping his eyes on her with interest. He nodded, and smiled when she said that all he really had was just a busted up knee.
"So I just keep it iced and propped up, then?" He gave another nod, "and no roof repairs for a while. Noted." He watched as she rummaged around for the bandage. And then did his best to keep still while she wrapped his knee.
"How long should I keep it wrapped?" His brows pushed together just a little when she tugged the bandage a little bit too much. It was fine. It wasn't too tight or anything. Everything was just sore. She's have to forgive him.