There was just the briefest pause when she moved, a glance in her direction and something that would be a smile if he tried. A thanks, of his own, for her silent aquiesce to move.

"Yes, quite remarkable," he said, his voice monotone and more than a little sarcastic.

"Alternatively, you could have done something productive with your day," he suggested, gesturing to the space around them. "This place is a sty."

It wasn't, not really. After all he'd cleaned it only that morning. But he understood a need for purpose, and he though that maybe that would help her, give her something to focus on.

"Or at least something more fulfilling than trying to start an argument with a packet of digestives."