<b>”No problem, Moira,”</b>replied the dark haired male, standing a few paces behind him in front of the window, his hair illuminated at its edges in a rich chocolate brown, the flyaway curls framing his face momentarily lending him a cherubic expression.  One careful turn of his white face and it was gone, his face arranged in a look of irritation, his eyes shards of eyes as they regarded Kail and the cigarette that was beginning to stink up the entire living area.  In one clipped motion he plucked the object from Kail’s fingers, but he was looking at Moria, making the action seem even more offhanded though he was very deliberate in the graceful way he moved his body. “If there’s anything we can do to help you get settled, just let us know.<br/><br/>If you’re hungry, we can order some Chinese,”[/b] he laughed lightly.<br/><br/>He ground the end of the cigarette into a class of what appeared to be tea or coffee on the end table, and he turned towards the kitchen.  It would probably seem an odd suggestion, perhaps an indication that Graeme was without cooking skills despite his effort to appear well rounded; he was resigned to the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to cook for himself and took, instead, a great liking in eating foods that could be delivered.  The pair spent many a night eating pizzas and fried rice.<br/><br/>He curled his fingers more tightly through the curved handle of the mug and turned towards the kitchen, intent on dumping and rinsing out the cup he held.