Of course the first damn thing he notices in the box is lube. He's not going to judge, but he does smirk while Francis is turned away from him. If things go how he imagines, they may be needing it later. Or perhaps sooner if the guy is willing.

"Thanks," he nods. For the most part his older scars were healed up well enough that they didn't show unless someone was looking closely, not counting those left by gunshot wounds. He definitely notices Francis' scars even if he doesn't say anything about them just yet. It would be unfortunate to use his supplies only to anger cuts that had already stopped bleeding and have to bandage them over again. So when the younger man offers up the first aid supplies, Lester ignores him and grabs the lube from the box instead.

"What do we have here?" Lester jokes, holding it out of reach. He suspects Francis doesn't mind that he's bleeding, but just to confirm suspicions he leans in close like he's going to kiss him, but stops just short of his lips. "First aid can wait, can't it?"