Frying Pans are for...

The girl- Ash had a habit of calling all Destruction women women girls probably as an internalized way of looking down on the Destruction line in general- seemed shocked for a moment at the mention of her last name, but seemed to shrug it off. It was good to know he was right, though.

She said she guessed it wasn't a rabbit he tangled with and Ash raised a brow spot. "And what if it was? Would you stop healing me and shun me for life?"

The girl went on to command him to lie down and Ash snickered, complying slowly.

"You always this charming, Miss Destruction?" he asked with a hint of snark. "And don't worry about hurting me, I've had worse.

As she started cleaning, Ashmedai set his jaw. It did hurt, but he had been through worse, like he said. His gaze focused on the distance, his head starting to nod as his heavy eyelids fluttered before closing completely.

Given a few minutes, his chin would end up resting on Arpeggio's head.