[He raises an eyebrow, perhaps amusement, perhaps interest.]

Is that an order? I can if you want.

[Deliberate misinterpretation, but that's why they're here, isn't it? Distraction. And she's never quite managed to unravel his intentions, binding them up too closely with the traits of people she knows better. He doesn't offer her too much to go on (though there's the curious fact of her knowing more of his secrets than anyone in the city, bar one), and the face he shows her looks different to the one others recognise him by.]

You'll keep the wound site clean. [The needle is pressed back into its slot.] Follow the instructions I'll give you for doing it. Get your roommate [That word will always be slightly weighted. Jealousy or envy? They're different things.] to help you if you need to. If it starts to reject, show me. Gets infected, show me. You have a bad day and screw with one of the bars too much, show me the day you do it. I'm asking you to look after yourself.

[He sits back on his heels, playing naive.]

Is that difficult for you?