She had seemed as surprised to see him as he was to see her. Or perhaps surprised wasn't the word so much as it was taken off guard. Luckily for her, she had decided to keep her mouth shut and play along for the time being. However, he hadn't expected Dorian to recommend her to give him painting lessons. It was all he could do to keep himself from looking mildly disturbed by the idea. He wouldn't admit that he had liked her painting that much, and he really had to wonder how the older man knew her in the first place. She certainly got around in a month.
"Well, I was thinking I'd ask a trained bear for a few tips, but I imagine that a lady with eight fingers is just as good," he finally said jokingly, though it could've easily been taken as a rude comment to the less oblivious. He was basically saying that both notions were preposterous even if she was still capable of painting with that hand. He hadn't forgotten which one.
Feigning some kind of curious concern as part of his act, he gently took her hand and inspected her former injuries that had healed much better than he had imagined. Even when playing a part casually, he wasn't exactly a man of tact. "How did something like this happen, if you don't mind me asking so soon? Is painting that dangerous?"