Oh yeah, that was definitely a lecture-y mom voice and John, still dabbing at a too-wet nose, wasn't sure he cared for it. It wasn't the kind of concerned he'd have wanted even if he'd come looking for it. He knew what he was doing, knew when enough was enough and was a greedy enough bastard to know that he wasn't going to go down by nosebleed trying to fight a werewolf. That just wouldn't have been a thing.
"That's rich," he said, voice slightly muffled between a rag but the tone he was going for was still spot on. "Coming from the woman who tried strong-arming a werewolf while sick."