"I can handle more than a trickle of blood, just not...pints coming out of someone's ass." He even blanched again at the mere thought. "Well I don't think I'm that much of a hardass. It hurts when you get cut or bruised or whatever. Hell, I barely suck it up and deal when I'm hurt." Then his lips thinned. "Gee, thanks, make me feel like I robbed the cradle. That was just in the late seventies, for your information," he said, sticking his tongue out at her. "Computers have been around longer than that. The 70s was the time when microprocessors came into existence." God, he was such a nerd.