Jack was stubborn as a mule and Balthazar knew this yet he loved the man dearly with all of his celestial heart and human heart combined. It was just his way and the fact that he'd been living on the streets most of his life. A dog eat dog world, literally.

"It's plant based and very medicinal. No numbing agents added."

He busied himself pouring some of the liquid onto a swab before moving back over to Jack, gently applying it to the nasty gash. His movements were careful and precise, just allowing it to dab around the wound, moving any fabric out of the way carefully as he went.

"Sorry if this stings a little, love. It will help cleanse the wound from infection though. Also, you're not fine because I say so. Let me take care of you."

The angel pressed a kiss to Jack's lips to stop him from retorting back if he decided to be stubborn again. Mother Hen Balthazar indeed. Jack would have to remove his pants though after the cleansing so that the wound could be stitched up properly.