It would be a hard sell at the moment--he doesn't care to have anyone he doesn't trust that close when he's vulnerable.

Again, he can't help the way he looks down and smiles. "Now that I have a kitchen, maybe I can try a few of the recipes I was toying around with, see if I can't provide you with something that's both palatable and stays down."

He pushes the jar of tea across the island at Malcolm, studying the other man's face, the way he moves, trying to spot if there's anything different.

"It's just... done? You didn't have to wait for a full moon or something?"