Heart palpitations or something. John offers a wincing smile at that, picking at another bit of his bread.

"Yeah. I'll let you know."

He glances down at his arm, then hesitates as he looks between it and the food.

"If this is putting you off let me know."

You know, his gross arm. That would be... fair.

"We can bind it first so you don't have to look at it -- unless you won't want to eat at all after touching it."

Which is... probably also fair. There's nothing particularly appetising about exposed flesh.