He is carrying you, injured and helpless, tucked under his arm toward the infirmary. Though he is smiling, the fatigue is plain on his face.

I told you to be careful, didn't I? I know you're skilled, but going in recklessly against that many people...

He lets out a deep, resigned sigh as he sees you grinning, happy just because he's worrying about you.

...Stop smiling. What am I supposed to do with an Underboss in this state?