Cyril Vozen is a famous boxing champion and you're his cutman.

You both were in the locker room, he was seated on a stool, breathing heavily and catching his breath. He had just won a match. You look at his face, trying to assess the damage. He cooperates with you, you are his favorite cutman after all.

You examine him closely, he wasn't too damaged, just a few cuts and bruises.

"Well? Is it bad?" He asks in an annoyed tone, still breathing a little heavily.