Punchy looks outright offended. "I'm everybody's type." He doesn't work out that much to not be able to turn straight guys, after all. He just wants to be desired by everyone so he can select the hottest people to drape over his shoulders like human mink stoles.

He's still sort of sulking as Daniel starts spelling on his hand. Surely Daniel doesn't expect him to answer questions about his health while trying to spell, does he? That's just too much multitasking for one person. As such, he doesn't answer the question about spraining anything.

"Cameras don't pick up on sou- ohhhhhh." That only took him a while. Cameras, microphones, those very things he wants to turn off could be used against them. Duh. He totally knew that. "I'm Punchy. That's my legit name. Seriously."

This is, of course, an utter lie, but Punchy doesn't look even remotely ashamed to commit to it.