"Damn. Damn,," he cursed as he pushed up his sleeve and started taking off the bandage there, shaking his head frustratedly. "I wish I had noticed. Most of the time it's all just whirring in the background."
Alistair gestured to the back of his head and finished taking off the other bandage. He leaned forward, forearms against the counter top, hands clasped.
"You were, but honestly, they are pretty stare-worthy. I've got a pretty wicked one of my back too, but you'll forgive me if I don't go stripping in your kitchen," Alistair said with a smirk in his eyes, but not on his lips. He shrugged.