He'd started to heft his arm up for a quick swing, but pauses as Knock Out's correction stops him, and sighs. He might stand firm on some things, but he knows when to follow the doctor's orders. So he does it slow, left hand on his right shoulder as he swings his arm around.

"It's great," he protests, even as he goes through with it. "It feels perfect. Not even a screw untightened."