[For a second Hank just looks surprised. Then he looks down at the ground, a little smile curling itself up over one corner of his mouth.]

Don't tell me to take my own advice, that's dirty pool. Anyway, even if you weren't a little late on the no-swimming thing I don't think I could keep myself from getting cuts and shit if I wanted to. And you couldn't pay me to like... look all this over every day to check if anything's infected.

[With 'all this' Hank gestures to, well, all of him. Being here's shitty enough, he doesn't need to deal with daily mental images of his naked body on top of that.]

Who knows, maybe there's someone here who has like, antibiotic powers. It's not uh, not a big deal, have you seen the sorts of shit people here can do? I'm sure everything will like, magic itself better. Or uh, whatever.

[Hank's good at reassurance. Isn't he? That was probably really convincing, and confident, and reassuring. It's fine.]