Hunter leaned back against the couch and watched with mirth as the girl came back to take his empty tea cup away. When she asked if he wanted any more, he merely nodded a simple nod. He had no doubt that she was curious why, at one minute he and Morgan were getting along splendidly one minute and then the next they were at each other's throats. Turning his attention back to her, he suppressed an indignant snort. "I don't think you're stupid, although the way you're acting right now hardly suggests otherwise." Of course he was annoyed with her. He had done nothing from day one other than try to ensure her safety and protection from his half wit of a brother, Cal Blaire and she wouldn't believe him. And now, after he had tried to help her she had thrown it back in his face again. That's the way he saw it, anyway. He nodded, however. "Good." He took a deep breath and looked down at his dark blue jeans. That wasn't the best way to welcome someone into Los Angeles.
If Morgan even attempted to strangle him, he'd over power her by his own strength. The witch fire, though, he had no way to prevent her from hitting him with that. The smile was gone from his face, much to Morgan's relief and instead his expression was unreadable. Serious. As it usually always was.
"A hobby? What hobby do you suggest, then?" He felt himself coming back down to the land of the legally sane, now. He didn't have a strong urge to throw a tea cup at her head or anything of the violent sort anymore. "Maybe you should give the Coke a little bit of a warning about that sanity of yours. I wouldn't like you to make it think it was really helping you when your mind is already gone." He wasn't being serious, and if she looked she could see the glint of amusement in his eyes. "It's not good for you. That's what is wrong with it." He replied as the girl returned once again with his tea and a glance in his direction. He didn't pick up on it, though. He probably never would.