[Silver discards the part of the yardstick that is too short for his purposes, looking up at Ethan with a sour expression.]

I could. As long as you don't mind dealing with jagged edges that would probably give you splinters. [Silver reaches into his large front pocket, pulling out an unopened box of gauze.] Hold out your arm so I can wrap it up, moron.

[It's the farthest thing from cute. In fact, Silver would even consider it pathetic that Ethan is using the baby to cover up the fact that he himself was badly startled by the sound.]