"You'd have to kill me to make me leave--and you can't do that anymore." he pointed out with a grin, setting her to sit on the edge of the tub after he walked into the bathroom. "The man without a heart is the man that cannot die, so you're...screwed."

Pausing between words to bend over and press a deliberately ticklish kiss to the curve of her neck, he knelt in front of her on one knee, lifting her foot so he could manipulate it gently this way and that, gauging the amount of pain she was in and whether or not it was worse than a bad sprain.

"Let's see...tell me if this hurts, 'kay? I mean blind screaming pain, I know it's gotta hurt right now."