He glances at the bandage, but refrains from comment for the moment. He can't heal it for her, anyway, unless he's ready to drop the charade of being human.

Granted, the massive amount of drinking he's doing isn't helping to keep up the facade.

"I've learned to cook breakfast. Omelettes. Pancakes. Hot cereal. That's about it. I do decent mixed drinks, though, with the proper supplies." He gives the bar a rueful nod. There's plenty of alcohol there, but it's hard to make a Bloody Mary without tomato juice or celery.