"Of course we can," he agreed, still feeling the rush of his own sense of intelligence, the ego still high and soaring. "You have me, after all. You made a very wise choice, letting me help you. God only knows what would have happened if you didn't." Somehow, the mention of Steven rescuing him had been forgotten in that statement....
"Yes, darling," he quipped, tossing a hand in the air as he headed back for his bedroom. "Whatever you whip up, I'm sure I'll enjoy." He paused at the doorway. "...But keep it light, heavy foods distract me while I'm thinking."