Malik: Sit still, novice! I'll never be able to clean these if you keep fidgeting. Altair: *grimaces* Ouch! Go easy, Malik! M: Oh, don't be such a wuss. *looks at Altair slightly concerned* You'd better hope these don't get infected. A: Don't I know it. . .ow, stoppit! *turns to face Malik, wincing* M: *getting angry* Sit back, damn you! It's not as though you're losing a limb! *glaring* A: I-. . .*sits still, falling silent* M: *snorts* Better. A: *sniff* I'm so sorry. . .