[Ademnet groans dramatically, torn between amusement and annoyance. He's never been good at predicting loopholes, and he knows it. That one's on him.]

Well, thanks for the permission.

[He'll stop worrying when he tohburned feels like it and not a moment sooner. But if Barnabas has recovered enough to be pedantic, he's probably fine.]

I'll stop worryin' if you drink somethin' to make up for that blood you don't got now. Fair enough?