He grins, though this time he isn't blushing as much. Malcolm is very confident in his intelligence and he's pleased that Elena complimented him on it.
"Is it?" he asks. "I wasn't aware, but I gotta say, I'm glad."
Once his marshmallow is roasted, he sandwiches it with the chocolate in between the graham crackers. He takes a bite, humming his approval. "That's really good," Malcolm says. "I haven't had one of these in forever."
Of course he notices when her leg brushes against his and when she doesn't move it away afterwards. It's kind of unbelievable that such a beautiful woman is flirting with him, but he'll just thank whatever deity is watching out for him.
And now he's probably going to shoot himself in the foot. Malcolm looks down in the ground. "I can tell you about what happened in the maze," he says.