"Perfect." He chuckles, patting Scar's cheek lightly. "You're not so bad yourself, Mezzo. Such pretty eyes..." Sure, he'd tried to stab them out with icicles, but that was the game, after all. "All right, let's see about this arm."

He slides off Mezzetino - somewhat reluctantly - to move over to the side with the bad arm, prodding along its length to see where the break is. He's not very gentle - after all, Scar's just lovely when he's hurting.