"Oh, fine."

He still takes Raguel's hand, but doesn't yank it quite as hard as he might have. As payment for his benevolence, however, he's perfectly quick to steal the flask back. A sip, and then he stows it in his pocket, where his hands stay.

He spreads his wings a little, shuffling and flexing them experimentally - and making a face as a several spines fall to the ground.