He's a menace to more than furniture, that brute: so single-minded that the moment he has an idea in his head that nothing will deter him from it. Being willful and intelligent has made him quite difficult to train well.

[ He said it quietly and coolly, his eyes and attention focused at the task at hand. Whenever the dragonling in his lap squirmed overmuch, he crooned or pet or distracted her in a different way. The water, now, was sluicing down the cut and dampening the fabric of his clothing. ]

Now we can see it clearly, I don't think it's deep enough to need stitches. Just an antibacterial and a bandage. Ah...

Reach into the third drawer, there! Should be a small burlwood box, pull it out and open it up. Should have everything we might need.