[ He sighs and takes off his coat, which... shows just how much of a bite was taken out of him on the white linen of his shirt, but there's nothing for it. Once the coat is off, he offers it.]

Wrap your wrists up tight in it. Restrict the blood a little more.

[ And then he turns to the wheel.]

And best you get the wheel spun before you've no more hand to do it with.