He cocked his head a bit, similar to the way a bird or a dog might when it's picked up on something interesting. Realizing that he'd never taken off his gloves, or his jacket for that matter, he abandoned the sugar and tugged the gloves off. Rather than standing again, he squirmed a bit to better position himself for the removal of the jacket. As he accomplished this mighty feat (well, for a tall man at an average-sized restaurant booth, it wasn't exactly easy), Orsino looked up at Penny.
"What? Oh! No."
The supposition that he was worried about his weight almost made him laugh. He was by no means a picky eater, and when it came to food, if he liked something, he'd probably eat it. Unfortunately, his stomach didn't always agree with his taste buds, and he'd more than once regretted having eaten so much of certain things.
His face took on an expression of mixed amusement and concern as he finally freed his second arm from the jacket sleeve and shoved it off beside him. "No. It's just, last time, I ate too much of it all at once and..." He trailed off. If he remembered correctly, he'd told her something like that on the journals. "It was a bad idea."