[It's less a question of wanting, and more a refusal to leave well enough alone; this is interesting enough that he'll take whatever risk it is to press.

He fixes himself his own drink first, a simple bourbon and honey; it's usually possible to gauge his mood by how much honey he puts into it. On bad days, you'd think he was half hummingbird. Today is a reasonable amount.]

That was rather painless. [It would be fair to say there is something suspicious in his tone.] Not that I'm not grateful, obviously, but -- well, as far as I vicariously know you, you don't seem like yourself.