He’d groan, being pushed up against the wall as you, someone he had a… complicated relationship with, bandaged up the wound he had on his stomach. Sure, there were a ton more ways you could’ve taken care of his wounds, but he was being stubborn and you just wanted to see him get flustered like he was now, having his shirt lifted up for you to take care of the wound and being pressed up against the wall by you. He was a flirt, but you could easily get him blushing like crazy.