"I assume you're speaking of your other friends. I'm nothing like dangerous." It was a good wine, and he poured a little more into his glass before digging a fork into his meal and carrying the plate to the small table at the back of the kitchen. Theodore rarely entertained in a food-sense, and though it didn't fit well, he thought a table was ultimately better than eating at the counter. There were some habits that died hard, and though this hardly compared to the grand dining room he'd grown up with, it still made the place feel a little more like a real home.