Couple minutes at most. [He's not in a hurry exactly, but he's eager to have it done; so as soon as she sets the glass out he begins, rolling up his sleeve.] Cure's in my blood, [he explains, going once again about the business of sanitizing his pocketknife, glancing up to meet her eyes before he reopens the careful cut on his forearm.] Won't take much, but I can't let you bite-- too many of you. Safer all around like this.