Mason rasied an eyebrow at what she said, what did she mean by 'try not to bite your tongue'? Had he not been mortally wounded, maybe he would have reacted a little to her quick movement, cringing as her hand went through his body. It was truly painful, something he had never experienced but he had a feeling that was only the start of it. To his misfortune, he was right, he could barely move and brace himself, grunting in pain but doing his best to stay silent. All he could think of was pain, nothing else had been processing for those agonizing minutes. Once she was done he eyed the purple orb holding what he thought was the infection, he had a cold sweat on his forehead as he panted, recovering slowly from the pain. He sighed when his arm was stitched, not really finding pain in that, thankfully at least, he wiped away the sweat and stared at her. "Yes, laugh at your only help..." He glared, he was surprised at how adamant she was though, she asked once more for his name. "Mason...." He said to her. "You think you can give me a sword?" He asked, he was a well rounded swordfighter a time ago, if anything, that was all he could use against these demons down here.