[He takes that opportunity to take a sip from his own small flute of a wine glass, clasped delicately between the fingers of his right hand - the one that's not injured and is wearing a leather glove.

And almost snorts a dry huff of a chuckle at her last question. There is something almost cute about being asked that by K'pandolu, knowing that she knows well whom he keeps a specific 'eye' on given her acceptance of his mission that had been on the quest board a while back.]

I'm not sure what it is you might be implying. [A tease of a grin lights up his face for a moment.]

It's hard to wrap your own hand up. These things generally require a little...help.