"Sure," he replies. "My mother will get us great tickets." Set Jessica on a task like that and she'd be on it in a heartbeat, especially if it meant that her son was going on a real live date. If that's what Elena was implying, of course.
It's comfortable and warm in front of the fire and Malcolm finally feels relaxed after the horror of the previous night. He feels he owes that at least partially to Elena.
"It's kind of wild to think of a city with supernatural monsters. They don't exist where I come from." Or at least he doesn't think they do. "The only monsters I know of are the people I try to put behind bars."
Malcolm lets her link her arm through his and breathes a laugh, smiling shyly when she mentions his eyes. "Uh, thanks... I get that a lot. I think they're kind of bit, you know? Like a bug's?"
He is not great at flirting nor at taking compliments about his looks.