Tell me about it.

[Talon rubs his temples, staring down at the bowl of noodles like it has answers for him. He casts a sidelong glance at the man beside him, at the scar behind his glasses. It's a fairly fresh one, it seems. Well, fresh for scar tissue.]

[Unfortunately he lost the concept of "tact" somewhere along the way up to this godforsaken noodle tree.]

Hey, I'm obligated by magical law to offer you help with that scarring. I can accelerate the healing process if you need or want it.