"Nope." Wolfram shook his head, forcing a grin. "Just don't punch me right now, my face is bruised enough already." He muttered. He glanced down at his arm, though the bleeding had stopped, the blood that had dripped down his arm was drying, sending a shudder of horror down his spine as it coated one of the larger scars on his arm. "I'm gonna...uh...I should just...go..."Bleddyn gave a resigned eye roll when he used her nickname again. "You're not going to stop calling me Dyn, are you?"
She unenthusiastically brandished a fist before letting her hand lifelessly drop back to the countertop. "And, yes, I would've, so don't think for a moment that you're in the clear."