[He likes her touching his hand. The last two people to touch his hands before this place were both Cardassians. Garak's cool, almost professionally calculated touches and Tain's clammy, chilled grip that always lingered too long.

But he doesn't like her words.]

He had a bad day, that's no excuse to take it out on you. And if something went wrong with your medication and alcohol... well, it was a bit silly to drink if you'd been told not to on them, but it's not your fault that you did have that reaction and even less so if you didn't know it could happen!

[He huffs slightly, trying to let out his frustration at this person he doesn't even know but who doesn't seem to have been half as kind to Wrath as she deserved.

Instead, he turns slightly, brings his free hand up to cup her jaw softly.]

I think, I would very much like to spend some time with you.