Raphael, as you sit on his lap, looks down at your thigh, seeing the flesh wound. He sighs, knowing he's going to have to make it hurt more than it already does for you to heal faster. He grabs the alcohol.

"This is going to hurt like hell," he says and then doesn't give you any time to think it over. He pours the liquid, immediately covering your mouth with his hand to hush your scream.

Raphael feels you shift in his lap and he tenses immediately. His eyes dart to yours, his hand going to your hip, not believing he's this close to his enemy.

"Don't move if you can help it, please."