Malcolm looked up as she re-entered the room, and he smiled. "Ah, much better. You must feel better too, honestly. I don't understand why you put up so much of a fight when all it does is hurt you," he said, his voice laced with concern.
He clicked his phone off and stowed it in his pocket, watching her for a moment. "You must be famished too. If I bring you to the kitchen with me, are you going to do something stupid, or can you control yourself enough to choose what you'd like to eat, and what you would like me to feed your criminal friends downstairs?"