"In the space, I mean. Sitting there on the barstool like you're ready to sell it or something." Something Business-y, though suits like Malcolm's always brought that to mind. He was trying not to talk about Winona, even if they wouldn't really be able to help it.

"Mmhmm," he hummed behind a full mouth. Persuaded. Once it was clear, he continued. "I look forward to testing it out with you." It came with a devilish look from under his eyebrows before he turned his attention back to Willa who had somehow kept a spit pocket of peas and decided that the spoon and then her face in general, needed to have some of.