[He tsks in mild annoyance, and gets up, padding over to a backpack of sorts. There's a first aid kit in there. All of it made for human flesh obviously, but there seemed to be at least a little overlap between Connor's mechanisms and human biology. He walks back over and returns to his sitting pose, opening the kit and offering Connor his pick of the bandages, disinfectant wipes, cotton pads, and other supplies inside.]

I meant it more as an open offer. On your terms. Some of the things I said about pain were...sincere, if somewhat deranged. I'm offering to help you test the limits of your senses.

...Some other time, of course.