"WHAT HAPPENED TO MOVING AWAY FROM FLYING OBJECTS?" he raises his voice, storming over to close the distance between them. "What kind of woman doesn't listen to her own advice? Oh, you know, just the type that wants to criticise and criticise and criticise all the time, blah blah blah Constantine blah blah." He's now standing within slapping range, but he's touching her again.

"Move your hand away you stupid cunt." He swats at her forearm that's touching the bump above her eyebrow. "Lemme see that."

Once she stops trying to shove him away, he's actually quite gentle about the way he's just touching around the wound and blowing on the open cut to get a bit of what he thinks is some of the husk out. Muttering a short, simple, quiet spell, the cut heals over and he's able to just brush the blood away by swiping his thumb over where the wound used to be.