"Likewise," he returned. He sipped a little more on the tea, letting his guard down just a bit. So far this woman didn't seem a threat and given it was clear she had been here a while and no one had blown the whistle on her, he doubted she would be more than any threat he could handle. The only woman after all who could ever beat him was Natasha and she was tucked away in the prison with her pathetic husband.
Hearing the question about her wanting to read his palm he shrugged, deciding to humor her. He was half tempted to give her his left hand given it was currently gloved but decided to be nice. And to keep his left arm a secret. So he tugged the glove off of his right hand and held it out to her.
He watched her face as she studied his hand. Admittedly he knew nothing about palm readings and fortune tellings. So he had no idea what she could see in his hand. "I'm a soldier," he returned evenly. "I always get hurt." His dark eyes flicked down to his hand.