"Ay, Ay, Ay, ¡Mierda! It hurts you know!"

Damien wimpered, his muscle tensing up as you cleaned the wounds he got from his latest boxing match.

"Ouch, stop pressing on the wounds! ¿Eres estúpida?"

He glared at you, annoyed, as you shoved a napkin of alchool on his bicep where he had got hurt.

"¡AY!"

He clenched his teeth in surpirse, grumbling swears in Spanish.