"Don't hold that up or I'm going to poke it," Ian squinted an eye at the other man. It was just a thing he had - poking injuries. But then again that was technically his job. "Although I'd like to know what you being eloquent would be like considering you're already more well-spoken than most people around here."
He arched an eyebrow at that frown wondering what exactly the other knew that Ian didn't... "Aye well, tell that to the spirits of Scotland and Ireland." Of course he was speaking of stories mostly. Although there was one that had been investigated that had ended up being particularly violent. He'd been quite interested in the video evidence looking for tricks. Easy to fake but still fascinating.
Or he could've become numb to it just so his brain could continue to work. Who knew? No one until they got the x-ray done. Oooh, blushing. That was cute. "Well, if you fill out those forms, I'll be sure to take care of you myself so you'd better get done," he gestured with his head towards the chairs... And then, to try and get him to blush more, winked.