Fenris can't help a quiet huff of amusement as Astarion curses and grabs for the kit he's been using all this time. He obediently moves closer, more careful than he has been since he was goaded into sitting up earlier.

"Mm, if you did, it might have been worth it," he says mildly, watching as the bloodied bandages are pulled away. The wound hasn't opened badly, at least. Seeping rather than freely bleeding. His gaze flicks up to Astarion's face.

"Does this mean you don't want to do it again?"

Might as well establish that, and if one didn't know better, they might accuse Fenris of being coy.