[Wow. Henry straightens but moves aside, so that he can “gawk” from beside Alec. He recognizes the ingredients, of course, and can assume that he’s probably going toss together an omelet of some nature — but that’s about the stretch of his cooking knowledge, unless he wants to dive a little deeper into his own head to unearth something fairly useless. So he doesn’t.

Instead:]

I’m just curious. I figured you’d be chopping away at something a lot less mundane if you were going to the trouble of hiding your meals away in the dead of night.

[His eyes do track to those dark, tattooed bands, though. Interesting.]