Well. That had been an experience. If he wasn't currently nursing a bleeding hand, Mason might feel a little more awkward about what had just transpired, but he was too preoccupied by the bite marks and sting in his skin to truly think of much else. As Miss Warbeck finally freed his hand, Mason reached for his handkerchief to stem the blood flow. Her toss of the gnome was impressive and he said as much, "I doubt he'll be back." He chuckled even as he grimaced. The little buggers had quite sharp teeth, but at least it was just his hand and not Miss Warbeck.

"Appreciated," He agreed. Had he had forgotten her profession as a healer, which was fortunate at the moment. Not that Mason couldn't have handled it until he got home. He tended to injure himself as often as he made a mess and could tend to most of the minor things. Mason was almost as good at cleaning as he was at making the messes.

"It's no problem at all," Mason, though he would look back on this later in complete mortification, was pleased at least that they were able to handle the problem with minimal overall embarrassment. "I need to be kept on my toes." He added to lighten the mood.