"It's not fine," he argued simply as he pulled her hand under his gaze. Hm. From the looks of it, the injury wasn't all that serious after all - especially not when you considered the scale of injury the demon was used to. It wasn't considered a burn back home in Hell unless there was charred bone showing. But then, this was a human girl, and her species was known for being weak. For her, this injury definitely was something. Which made the mention of this 'happening all the time' all the more worrying. What'd she meant? Did she have an affinity for being attacked by kettles on a daily basis? That wasn't good. That called for intervention. He'd destroy all the kettles in the world if he had to. And pots, too. For good measure.

Regardless, seeing the relative harmlessness of the wound calmed the demon down some, and the look in his eyes relaxed somewhat. Still examining her hand, he bent forward and took the hand to his lips, taking some of the burned area in his mouth. He'd seen people do the same to fingers before. That, and licking the burn was what she'd done earlier from what he'd seen. Made sense, as that was generally what animals did to tend wounds as well. So, he went ahead and attempted the same, closing his eyes and slowly brushing his tongue across the burn a few times in hopes of seeing some results. 

When he didn't, his face fell back into a pout and his earlier attitude was back in a snap.

"Awwwh..." he mumbled, wide, sad eyes back on the girl now, hand still in his mouth like he were a puppy holding a toy. "Dhon't dhink dhis ish whorking ath all!"