Malcolm raised his eyes to meet hers for a second, and he watched her warily, before nodding slowly. "You know if you hurt me, they die down there," he nodded. "The door to the basement is locked with a code." Of course it could be hacked, if someone was savvy enough, and Marian probably was savvy enough to get through eventually, but he wasn't going to tell her that. "So use your knife, but don't be stupid." He gestured to the cabinet behind her. "And tea's up there. You can fix it, since I am sure you know how they each like it. Might do to wait until the broccoli is done though, so it's not too cold."