What a... Strange... Comparison to tack on. At the very end of that heartfelt tangent. [Chilton pursed his lips, wincing at the pinch of Starr's grip.] Another contrast: you seem like the type of man who translates no as yes.

[Spoken as he tried to yank his shoulder away, frowning as he failed at the endeavor.]

I have seen enough blood to be satisfied with the visual. Any more is, frankly, unnecessary.

[Which was an answer-non-answer, so typical of Frederick Chilton.]

You are free to use the patient washroom, before we take you to the proper infirmary.