There is no debt, believe me. You owe me nothing. And you owe — ah...the king of Faerghus...nothing.

[But he repeats himself. Recovering quickly, he swallows and moves on.]

But if it would make you feel as though there is more balance, to offer something in return, then.

[This is pushing his luck, and he knows it, but he can't resist.]

Then let me see your wrist. The one that pains you.