In all honesty, Guzma is perhaps the last person who'd treat this sassy reptilian as anything but a force to be reckoned with. He much prefers the presence of other creatures to actual humans, and she's proven she's well above the populace of them here on Enso. He's just tired, cranked, and injured - both physically and his pride as well. Guzma's definitely miffed one of those filthy apes got the drop on him like that, and actually managed a decent blow. If one does show up...he probably won't feel bad if he snaps its neck.

With a grunt, he takes the cloth, dabbing it at the wound with a hiss of pain before applying the necessary pressure in hopes of stopping the bleeding. It does absolutely nothing for the horrendous headache he's sporting - worsens it actually - and Guzma squeezes his eyes shut with a low groan. Mother of Mew, that is some fierce pain...and he would love to just lay down with a bottle or four of something just as intense and dull that horrible ache. He hates being a sitting duck like this, and if he would will the pain away, he'd do just that. Sadly, Guzma is still very much human, and he needs to rest and recover naturally.

"Tch, not until you sprout wings and fly me back to Alola, Charmeleon." He...barely recalls riding on her, just that he was moving at some point through the air and water, but the idea is hilarious. Guzma snickers, then squints one eye shut. Ow, mother fucker--! Nex thing he's asking that dumb rabbit for is a two pound container of ibuprofen. "Otherwise I don't think you wanna haul this, uh...'cargo' anywhere anytime soon."

Also he still has his dignity to maintain, thank you very much.