[He hisses slightly when Watson moves his sleeve, but otherwise doesn't protest. There would be a lot more kicking and fighting if he otherwise didn't have to worry about the fact that without one hand, he couldn't hunt or defend himself. Which were...both pretty important if he wanted to survive.]

Careful, doc. Don't wanna have to spend more time recovering from this than I have to.

[Juno promptly finds himself whisked away to the house...thing...clinic. He doesn't really trust those bloodstains on the couch. But that doesn't stop him from adding his own mark, wiping the sleeve on the cushions a little before lying down.

There's the sudden realization that he's injured and alone, and that, if this man wanted to, he could likely try to kill Juno. So he sits back up again. Better check in on what's going on.]

Hey, everything good? I'll just wait here while I paint your cushions red.

[He wipes his sleeve on the couch again. Just because.]