"Fair enough," he said, retracting his claws. They disappeared back into his arm, and the three cuts they'd left between his knuckles knitted closed withing moments.

Part of him also really wanted her to try it out, to test not only her power, but his own. His body could heal, but from what extent of injuries? The asshole doctors had said nothing about the specifics, of how bad he'd been hurt during his accident; and he didn't have a single bruise to show for it. Had he healed broken bones, torn skin? Or just cuts and bruises? How long had it taken?

So many questions, but she was probably right. It was probably reckless, on his part, even if he was still vaguely entertaining the idea of testing his powers himself later.

"You look at the rest of the house, yet? Somebody else lives here, too, but, uh. I don't know her, either. Someone named Kate?" He gestured beyond the kitchen and took a few steps in that direction. They might as well take the tour together. "We're the only ones here right now, though," he added, almost as an afterthought.