That insistence gets on his nerves quickly and he feels a prickle of angry heat at the back of his neck, but ignores it - and Soldat - as he goes to get the ice. Of course he's going to do it, he's already on his way. It's that attitude again that Soldat takes sometimes, as if Rosinante can't take care of himself, and it drives him crazy every time.

But for now he'll do his best to look past it as he sloshes through the muddy water on the floor, reaches for a clean bar towel, and packs it full of a handful of ice from the freezer. He winces a little as he presses it to his face, but soon the numbing sensation takes over, which is exactly what he needed. That done, he trudges his way back to the stairs, past Soldat as they head to the door, and starts up before the water can become an actual problem for him.

"Sure. I'm going to go clean up, unless you need a hand with it."