Tarn regards at the tiny medic with veiled interest. He knows that he is being baited but can't bring himself to care. He leans down to look First Aid in the eye, clapping a hand on his red shoulder and drawing him in close.

"Well, now my interest is piqued. You really must tell me all about it."

He spins the nurse easily, marching him over to the bar. There raw power behind his grip, and despite his tolerant words, there is still an edge of rage and the threat of danger.

"In the mean time let's get you another drink. And don't drop it this time; I don't have time for clumsiness. Or insolence."