"Stay in my line of sight. Pretty women have an odd habit of taking things out on me. Making sure he could see the witch, he advances towards Erina, reaching down to take her pulse. He couldn't see her through the mask, and his eyes were locked on the witch, so his fingers first made contact above her ribcage, in the soft fleshy spot. Slowy sliding his fingers up her neck, he kept his eyes on the witch. There it was. A pulse. Faint, but present.
D'Artigo let out a long sigh. "Even though you look pretty when you're angry, you're much more beautiful when you're happy." D'Artigo laughed. He had a good thought this would make her more angry, but oh well.
"Hey! That was uncalled for!" D'Artigo said, furious. "I never take advantage of women! That would reduce me to being one of the low lifes I take down. I fight for honour, for law, and for safety of innocents. But it's a lonely life, and I'm a nice guy, so I make those criminals last few moments alive good ones. But never - ever - do I take advantage of those people!"
Turning out of the cabin, he says "You insult my dignity by saying such a thing. And after carrying you all the way out here." D'Artigo bursts out of the cabin.