Snart smirked, the tension easing out of his posture slightly. "I think I can manage that." He settled the supplies and began cleaning his wounds in the reflection of the window.

"Son of a boxer, huh? Impressive. Explains that a lot." Memories of that first punch Matt landed at the bank were still vivid.

He hissed as he worked on the deeper gash, but finished up quickly. "Did you train with him?"