"Yes, thank you," he answered about the wine. He would have offered to pour himself, but she was already holding the bottle and it seemed a dangerous sort of task while he was still getting used to the finer motor styles of the new hand. Too much to spill, glass to break - which was fine, he needed to practice after all - but he was quite pleased to have a moment alone with her, and spending that moment cleaning up a spillage seemed a real waste of their time.
He moved to sit on her right. Before the operation, he would have wanted to pick the opposite side so as to keep the damaged arm away from her. But doing that now would put her on his blind side, and he definitely didn't want her on his blind side.
"Well, you know how I feel about a little risk-taking," he reminded her softly. "What sort of danger?"