At the mention of bleeding Lancelot looks down at this shirt again self-consciously, adjusts the jacket and pulls it as close to closed as he can to try and cover some of it.

"Lily?" he echoes, and frowns a little. "I think so, but... if you're planning to take me to A&E, I don't think it's necessary."

He doesn't think anything is deep enough to need stitches, anyway. At least, not that he can tell.