He cocked his head in confusion when she took his hand, raising an eyebrow before her words sunk in. "Oh no, my hands are fine," he replied, wiggling his fingers for emphasis. "It's this one that's not..."
Shrugging his shirt back off his shoulders, he released the seal on his neck and let his body shift into its other form, one heavy 'wing' spreading out across the floor and a stump where the other should've been. "If it's not fixable, I can deal with it. I'd just prefer not to put up with a writhing mass of snakes in its place."