[Fine by Rumplestiltskin. His shoulder is fair game. He only glances up briefly as Sebastian flies off. Then another glance towards the door.]

Welcome back then. Have a seat, hmm? You look like you could use it.

[He's fussing with the tea. ...he's awful at tea. Where is Belle?]

War torn sounds right. As I said, I could see if my magic and your constitution get along and try to patch you up.