He doesn't answer when he picks up his own bowl and spoon and runs some water over them by the sink, scraping lightly with the spoon along the bottom of the bowl to get rid of any dried-stuck ice cream residue. And after that it doesn't take him too long to locate a dishwasher - empty, so that will be a mysterious surprise for the kitchen staff in the morning - and puts them in.

Then he just leans against the counter and waits for her to finish up. There's some reflection on this little meeting in his mind as well, but mostly, it's quiet. Quiet and a little tired, but not in a bad way.

Mostly in that sleep is going to be welcome-way.