[Clayton would hold his hands up to protest, but they're a little busy at the moment. He tsks in mild exasperation instead.]

Going as fast as I can, I promise. [A couple of seconds later: ] --Here, see? We'll just tie it off...

[For someone who introduced himself by way of needing help threading needles, Clayton's sausage fingers are surprisingly nimble when it comes to handling sutures. Muscle memory has a lot to do with it. He ties the last knot easily, cuts the thread, grabs a fresh rag to wipe away the closed wound.]

...And done! Wasn't so bad, eh? [Clayton flashes Levi a wide, toothy grin. He's not going to belabor Levi's impatience at all - the kid is in pain and allowed to be grumpy about it.] Gonna bandage this up and then I'll leave you alone.