"Put those in water before they die," he ordered with a grin, pushing her back inside playfully, more so he could have a look around than anything else.
"So this is where the apparently mysterious Morag MacDougal lives, is it?" He nodded and made a small humming noise before going over to the couch. "Where do you keep the dead bodies? The machete?" He turned to look at her before very seriously lifting up on of the cushions, jumping back in false shock when nothing sprang out at him. "You know, now that I think about it," he grinned and sat down on the same cushion he had just lifted. "You're way too smart to keep all of that here. You must have a secret lair, am I right?"