"My father will be so pleased to hear of my conversion." Yes, it's a joke. Joly knows he's absolutely debauched by his family's standards. (He may not be able to openly say so without passing out from awkwardness, but he totally is!) "But--" he sets Hal's nose quick a quick movement "I think you'll be breaking your vows within ten days."

The business of cleaning up and patching the rest of Hal's minor injuries involves what's probably a confusing array of ointments and potions to people who don't know what all the bottles are. Still it's quick, and relatively painless, in Joly's experience.

And there are painkillers now! That aren't even going to make anyone pass out! When he's sure the liquid banage on Hal's lip has set, he hands him a couple of pills and a glass of water. "Take that--it's for the swelling, and a painkiller. And--that's it! Eat something, don't drink any alcohol until tomorrow morning, try not to punch anyone for a few days. Not such a very strict order, is it?"