He reaches out a hand to take the tire iron from her. HIs grip is firm.

"You're bleeding too much," he says. "You know that, Woman."

He can't deduce why she's ignoring it. He can act like a brat when he's in pain, and he can ignore his body when he's hurt. But she's too intelligent for that. She knows when to push, and she knows when a safe word is necessary.

"Your masthead said it best, and I think if you try any more, I'll have to carry you."