( he lifts an eyebrow at the snatching of the salve, paired with a slow, knowing sort of smile. it's an expected action, in a series of ones he hasn't bothered wondering either way about. hands freed for the bandages, he wipes them clean before reaching up to tug open jiang cheng's shirt further. )

Grown an extra pair of hands to reach around yourself without pulling on those, have you, love? Anyway, it's not a battle power, it's a born gift.

( he wrinkles his nose and winks, still amused. )

I'll have you know I have an excellent nose. Which makes a good amount of what we endure a mix between nose fascinating and nose numbing, pick your choice of which, when.