[that's a safe move. he wasn't sure if he'd expected his guest to do any one thing in particular--but he might have been a little disappointed if he had dove right in. impressed, certainly, but disappointed.

but he's got something to picture now... imagining Robin, the hot mess that he is, trying to flirt with someone as composed, rules-oriented, and distinctly sober as Tek. the idea has him shaking his head.]

He would kill to have this, I'm sure. [he laughs.] I'll consider this a great privilege, then, assuming it works.

[which is the perfect transition--he gestures towards his collection of food and drink, his makeshift pantry.]

Would you like something to drink other than alcohol? Water, tea?

[either for his drug delivery, or in case he just wants a drink of something. Tonic won't judge either way.]