On that note, rising and rolling her gloves off, Benevenuta gives him a long, level look.

"No," she says, finally, as simply as she's said the rest. It's not hostile or even irritated, just matter of fact; for all that she's so quietly unassuming, there's a certain air of brooking no argument here and it doesn't seem at all contrary to her nature to dig her heels in when necessary. "You're going to need to come back to me in two weeks to remove the sutures, I need to go over how to take care of them in the meantime with you, and you need a shower. I'm sorry if it isn't what you had in mind, Lucius, but you need to let me do this properly if you want it done at all."

For some reason, in this moment it doesn't seem entirely out of the question that she's not only willing to but also capable of making him.