"I admire your optimism." Countering that notion with the fact that taste was useless for someone who didn't eat didn't seem productive. Instead, he looked at what she seemed to be doing with her dress. 

A bandage?

Connor glanced at his hand. For some reason, the gash didn't seem to be healing itself. That was one more ability he didn't have in Asgard. At that point, he would normally offer his hand to her so she could bandage it without protest but... he didn't know if she would like that. She seemed to have an aversion to touching others' hands for some unknown reason. "Let me take care of it." He purposely withdrew his injured hand to his chest.