*He raises an eyebrow at that, his expression slightly sceptical.*

I am perfectly happy for you to choose, Kristoph - you are my guest, after all.

*And he withdraws his hand from the water, wrapping it loosely and carefully in a towel as he drains the sink; the water tinted red when it swirls against the white porcelain.

Taking down a first aid kit from the mirrored cabinet above the sink, he turns towards Kristoph, amused.*

I can assure you I am not about to pass out from loss of blood, if that was your concern.