"Don't worry, schatzi, it's called a joke. I make them on occasion." Automatically, Kurt withdrew his hands from the table, from the bottle, and folded his arms tightly across his chest. Oh, of course. This was why he should just stay in a box somewhere and never come out.
He bristled too, on the defence slightly. "You don't want to go there. Not right now. It's not..." Clearly, body language indicated he didn't want to discuss that in a public place, hence the point of the 'disguise' anyway. "How did you even..." It couldn't have just been the handprint. She was looking. She knew.