"Glad you're a good sport, Zea." He grins back, and then blows air into her face, as if he really just wanted to send her hair flying around. While he harasses her, of course, Garrot leans back into his own seat. If they don't keep a respectable distance, they might forget they're waiting for that wound to heal.

"The lights were just an example, though." His grin is back, and he's clearly having fun. "I'm doctor smart, I can definitely come up with something a little more... interesting." And then he winks again, his only goal at this point being to get in her head. Garrot's still a heel wrestler sometimes, he knows how to be antagonistic.