[Rub some dirt in it. Gerome's face sours, and his hands stop and hover in the air. He's wearing a mask, but Gerome's look cuts through it like a wyrmslayer.]

And now you face the consequences. [Way to go.] You nearly lost your leg because of your salacious pursuits. And was it worth it?

[Going back to his wound now before this guy hurts himself even more. Or before Gerome does.]