Touch light, David was devoting most of his attention to not hurting Arla more than he knew the application of medicine was going to anyway. Excessive personal experience had taught him a thing or two about bruised knuckles, but the delicate webs of flesh between her fingers were different, and he wasn't sure how that really worked.
He looked up only after he finished with her right hand. "Ah, but I couldn't possibly be a tease." With a little smile, he held up his left hand, where an unobtrusive dark gold band caught the light. "By definition, I'm respectable." The admission that he was married normally went in the long list of things David preferred not to talk about - mostly because it led to other stories that tied into other things, all of which ended in grief. In this case, though, it seemed like it was probably one of those things better mentioned early.