Good evening, Fandaniel. You look comfortable.

[Without waiting for an answer, Char takes Fandaniel's chin lightly between his fingers. The gesture is casual, almost lazy, but there's intent behind the ease. He tilts his head, studying him carefully, making it clear that he's in control of the conversation. Fandaniel has him in something of a mood, what with this 'bond' between them that keeps him effortlessly on edge.]

I'm curious, though... how exactly have you been spending your time while nursing those wounds?

[His voice is low, measured.]