That- that isn't healing. It's replacement. [All things must have their proper classification, after all, and healing magic simply isn't possible. He'd laugh at the mention of centaurs, but then, hasn't he met goblins? Doesn't he miss them?]

[He shakes his head.] Er. That is, yes. I have towels, I'll- I hardly mind if you have to tear them. S-surely they're more absorbent than... [Whatever strange clothes people wear around here that are clearly not suitable for company. Booth is, after all, wearing a suit reminiscent of the cut fashionable in the late 20s. Like a gentleman.]

[So he scurries off to retrieve more towels and dishcloths, like a gentleman ought.]