[ there's a half laugh there as he closes his eyes for a moment, feels out his mobility in his hand. it's bruised, definitely, cut in places that make it hard to flex and bend but... it's workable and he'll take workable over an eyesore he has to stare at reminding him of just what he did.
he tilts his head, glancing up thoughtfully before giving a brief nod. ]
no subject
he tilts his head, glancing up thoughtfully before giving a brief nod. ]
My kinda lady. Sounds fair to me.