"Pretty sure pampering involves running my fingers through your hair," Frank said with a small smile. "And possibly letting you paint my nails, but maybe that's just when my daughter's involved."

He wiped off the blood, both what had slid down Jim's arm and the newly budded mess at the cuts, gentle of the raw edges the knife had left. Because it had been so sharp, everything was clean and crisp, even if it was raw. It was easy to put on a little analgesic and wrap a sterile bandage over the whole thing. He was no medic, but he knew how to handle shit like this at least.