I can do your laundry?

[ He realizes as he says it that he is not entirely sure he knows how to do laundry. It...probably can't be that hard? ]

And I'm fine. Just splinters.

[ He raises his palms to show her, and true to his word, they're just splinters. That some of those splinters have left his palms gouged and ragged still technically falls within the limits of 'just'. They've also stopped bleeding, and won't start again until he fishes them out. ]

It's my own fault for not wearing gloves. [ He drops his hands, unconcerned. ] ...and I know I don't have to call you Officer, but, uh - what would you actually like me to call you? Because Officer isn't a problem for me.

[ He doesn't think any title would be a problem for him. It just seems polite to call people what they want to be called. ]