Michael almost blushes at the compliment, hiding it behind a shady half-smile as he pours out a shot for the preacher. "You get good at it after a while. Better than fixing my own."

Clearing his mess, he found himself once more fighting to focus on anything other than the man he'd killed and the girl he'd held hostage.

"It's a tight stitch, so you shouldn't have a problem with the cross or using a weapon or anything. It might hurt, but you won't tear it open."