To his credit, he doesn't scream. Mostly because he's gritting his teeth too hard for it to come to come out like a scream instead of a grit gruff groaning, a long sound of pain and hissing after. Hold it there, god, let him hold himself first.

"Okay," he says quickly, panting, holding while his other hand is curled around the edge of the table enough to turn his knuckle white. "Can take a couple little stabs to one big stab." So long as it's fast.