My back, right near the shoulder. I can't even lift my arm without it being a real pain.

[either way, he's not impressed.]

I'm a victim this time around too, you know. I'd also have to actually have a sword, and be able to drag him around. I was in my apartment the whole night; woke up stabbed and about to be burned to a crisp.

[being accused right off the bat doesn't sit well with him when he's still grumpy and in pain from the stabbing.]