Triangular teeth are not something César's afraid of. In fact, he's used to feeding mutated flying piranhas and a giant alligator. So he'll take it in stride. Nice teeth.

"Yes, of course." César will immediately move to assist now that he's given permission, using some of the alcohol to disinfect his own hands and shake them off as best as he can before grabbing a roll of bandages. "Where else are you injured? Can you tell? Or is it just the chest wound?"

César grabs some gauze as well. "I'll need to wrap the bandages tight to keep pressure on that wound."