All right. Come here, then. [ As usual, he's distant and no-nonsense in his sociability - and now, focused on the task at hand. He nods and hands her the small towel so she can pat the blood away herself (minimizing the amount of poking her in the face he's going to have to do), while he pops the top off of the tiny container. ] This is going to clean the nick on your cheek and close it up. It'll take about half a minute.

[ With the ring finger of his right hand, he presses some of the ointment against the back of his left hand first. Habit. Showing pointedly that it's not dangerous. He'd leave it if the plant wasn't obviously mucked about with by magic - there's no telling what insane germs it's gathered already. ]

Look up. Hold still.

[ This is definitely Head of House Mode. ]