He pulled off his shirt as he reached the bathroom, still listening to her. He unwound the bandages and took advantage of it to look at the marks. They were starting to heal up pretty well. OMEN were supplying him with medicine to help them heal faster. He had been a little suspicious at first, but someone had explained it to him. He wasn't much use when he was injured, so it made sense for them to get them to heal up. He swallowed one of the pills, and put one of the pads to his waist, covering most of the cuts. He started winding the bandages themselves around his torso, making sure they were tight enough.
He rolled his eyes as he walked out, his shirt over his shoulder as he finished wrapping himself. "Ku, you did the right thing. If you would have stayed to fight, they would have had ammunition against you. In fact, that probably worked in your favour. You clearly haven't turned violent- if you had, you would have fought. My actions were excused because they had just ambushed my date." He grinned, looking at her. "Would you prefer if I left my shirt off?" He teased, holding it in one hand.