"Yeah, and a little self-preservation would be nice from you. Did you just will yourself to forget who found you last time you were out on your own? And you weren't even on your own then, you had your brother for backup and you still got blindsided. Do you think Project Prometheus and that Benedict bloke are the only surprises waiting out there for ya? Mate, I've been around CENTURIES and this Kuk business still surprises me. Are you 15 or 16? Had you even fought a single myth before you came here? Is that even part of your skillset?"

Bunny's diatribe did not stop as he cleaned Raphael's wound, maybe a little less gently than he could have if he wasn't irritated. Still, there wasn't so much anger in his lecture as frustration.

"I hope this gallah here taught you a lesson." He threw a glance at Dean over his shoulder. "Bunnymund. The Easter Bunny," he corrected, raising his eyebrows, his daring Dean to question him as the Guardians' translation magic imbued his title with its layers of meaning. "G'day t'you too, mate."

He turned back to Raph and fastened the bandage in place. "Isn't your father back home also your sensei? What would he say if he knew about this? I wish I knew what it was, because I'd really like to say it."

He stepped back from the bandaged Raph, crossing his arms, frowning deeply.