[ Garrot does not recoil at all, because between poking and prodding at people as a doctor and eons of martial arts training, he absolutely does not care. But the wolf...? ]

Oh man, I love that one. [ He chuckles, and just shakes his head wistfully. ] So back in my heyday my crew and I got into a barfight and we were all pretty wasted, but apparently I just ran across the room whooping, like a wolf, and I gave him a flying knee, right to the face. [ He looks a little sheepish for a moment, but continues. ] There was so much blood they thought I went for the throat, and once we got thrown out we went and got me that to commemorate it.

[ He's beaming, like it's one of the proudest accomplishments in his life. Like a proud father of violence, who has no children. But then he quirks an eyebrow. ] So does your wife do commissions? Because I'd totally pay for quality work like that.

[ For some reason it seems like bad taste to ask if she can make a really metal, bitchin' monkey somewhere. But damn does he want to ask anyway. ]