"Oh it'd hurt...but right now you've got plenty of adrenalin pumping through your body...and adrenalin is a wonderful painkiller. But there's other wounds you wouldn't be noticing right now as well...perhaps a scratch...perhaps some blood got under the fingernails...in your eyes...perhaps a little bit in your mouth." David said casually, toying with his knife "Either way, we have no idea how well these zombies retain memory, so I'm not going to risk you hunting me down if you become zombified, just because you're so damn prideful and arrogant to look. Now just do it, and then you can do whatever the hell you want, but I'm not letting you leave until I'm sure you're clean."
"I am fine so gently-carress off mister thorough, go play with your knife else where I didn't just get attacked by two zombies to get lectured by your ass." Roman said his headache giving a bit of a throb, he didn't pay any mind to the Arab.
He said some curses in Russian, as he headed off, his bat in his grip as he kept himself ready to react, his grip on the bat tight, he would turn around and smack the gently-carresser if he tried anything, The Bat had reach, the knife didn't, He knew that from an unfortunate street fight he got into where he broke a mans hands with a bat he had in his cab, which saved the guy from getting any closer.
"You could have left well enough alone, I am fine." Roman said calming as he walked off, getting low as soon as he was away from the group, a he headed towards the wilderness.