Well, truthfully, that had been the reasoning behind the wine. Entertaining purposes, that was. Plus, it just went well with the pasta. That's the thing with guys though. They rarely attach significance to things that women do. And David was no exception. To him, wine was wine.
David was hesitant to have her look at it. He wasn't sure how bad it was, though from how much blood he felt was bleeding into his mouth. Though, his mouth was wet to begin with, so it may not have been as bad as it seemed. When she took his hand, his eyes widened. Had his cut just... Closed up? He jerked his hand back, out of surprise. He looked at it unblinkingly, "What the fff... How the hell...?"