[ Hey, he's not in a hurry. John has seen his share of martyrs, most of them literal. This is nothing, by comparison. ]

I could scrounge something up.

[ He doesn't look horrified; just brings up a hand to rub at his chin, thoughtful. ]

Seems like a messy way to treat the symptoms, though. I could give you something a little more elegant— though I'll warn you it might hurt worse.