[He's just finishing the dishes when she returns, having left his coat on the back of a chair. She can probably sense something off about said coat, but nothing specific. Just... magic. It has really deep pockets.]

I'll be done in a moment. [And he is. He's pretty efficient with the whole thing - clearly he's not one of those bachelors that let their homes go to hell. Considering what he deals with, he's probably afraid a demon would move in if he did.]

I uh... don't mean to intrude, but the cupboards are pretty bare. Do you think anyone would take offense if I went grocery shopping tomorrow?