He was a little less twitchy about having his head touched than his face; it still hurt, but that was more from the goose-egg than the cut itself. So, he held still, and again hissed a breath when that damned sting hit, but he didn't go decking Harold or anything. "Nae exactly th' best way t' spend an' afternoon, aye?" He asked it through unparted teeth, but with a dry sort of amusement.