"Nothing you can't heal from." Connor flashes an impish little grin. It's a common joke in those rare immortal friendships, but he does mean it. Balthazar may be a little more fragile than he's used to, but he knows how to pull his blows.

His gaze drops, though, and he fiddles with a pair of tongs left lying on a nearby table. "Sometimes I think I've been down most of my life, with just a few bright spots."