He retrieved the pot as asked, glancing at Zexion; the guy was moving a little oddly. Maybe it was an old people thing. Except Kaito was older than him so he wrinkled his nose at that thought. The dude's shoulder was making a just barely audible pop-crackle noise when he moved it just a bit too much. gd robot ears.
"Maa, maa.. doushite ne... no... you are.. hurt?" He collected the matching lid to the pot while he was at it, pulling his gloves off and rolling up his coat sleeves after he'd stuffed those into one of his pockets.