[He twitches, feeling sweat drip down his arms and his jaw cranks back, making powder of his teeth as he stares wide eyed at the other troll.]

I- want to I, I should just-

I, I, -NO! That is, wretched, it's, it's disgusting! [He snarls, his breathing heavy.] Oh my god, fuck, I- I need a towel.

[His hands clench, sending a chill through him when pressure is applied to his wounds.]

Excuse me, I, oh fiddlesticks, excuse my terrible language.