That was... incredibly tactful, indeed. If he wasn't full aware the movement would be excruciating, Parsee would find herself on the receiving end of a most incredulous, confused look, but it only takes a sharp intake of breath for him to recall just how painful moving would prove to be. Red eyes look over Parsee and take in the wilted roses, and he makes a small sound of acknowledgement.

"...I am in love... with none. I assure you." His ears flatten back against his head, speaking a little too painful - going by the croak, he's sure Parsee will understand why his answer is kept brief.

The flowers on her are wilted, which means she has found some kind of cure. Which also means her question likely has a point to it... he hopes she'll elaborate without prompting.