Well aren't you a sweet talker.

[He's not stupid, trust him.]

Actually, I'm gonna keep you laying in this office here. Too much movement and the ointment won't set. Then you'll actually need full on stitches down there. Hoping I can just fix it up with a few applications of the stuff.

[Which he proceeds to drop into a drawer that is quickly locked up.]

You'll be here at least one night. If you're good, I might even bring you breakfast.