"Now them's your words, not mine," Cal reminded him, a hint of Southern drawl in his voice as he waggled a finger at Leandro and pulled a pair of latex gloves from his lockbox. "But witness me not pressin' my luck." Still, he was sympathetic to the change in the other man, intent on the exposure that had happened in the wake of Leandro's glibness. Cal worked quickly though, tying a latex strip around Leandro's arm before snapping gloves on and tearing open a cleansing swab, then starting a series of quick wipes along the crook of Leandro's elbow. "But good, good that you're up for tryin' to undo some of the impediments," he went on, letting his voice settle into a lazy, soothing cadence as Cal slipped a fresh needle from its' packaging, twisting in a collection tube.
"Human body's an amazin' thing, Leandro. Bounces back from the worst traumas, takes things that should kill us an' twists 'em up in ways we can't predict." Lining up the needle, Cal's eyes flicked to Leandro's for a moment as he kept speaking, trying to lure the man's focus off of the impending poke. Some people really hated needles, and those piercings didn't mean Leandro wasn't one of them. "Just a year back, I read in a medical journal 'bout this paraplegic? Spinal case, numb from the waist down, and this guy got bit by a damned brown recluse spider and regained feeling in his legs," he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he deftly poked in past the skin, starting to draw his sample.