This girl. He still hasn't figured out why she's still here, on his bed, other than being that desperate for company. He knows how hard it is to find anyone remotely normal in a castle like this.

"In that case, I'm flattered but not interested."

As if to demonstrate the obvious, he lifts his more severely bandaged arm, but regrets it a second later as he tries not to let a wince show on his face. There's a reason he's been confining himself to this -- well, formerly dank room. It doesn't look suitably depressing at the moment, which is annoying in itself.