Emphatically, he shakes his head at the suggestion. "No. Please. Don't worry about it," he says. Now that dinner's finished there's no reason not to get down to business. He sits back in some, rubbing at his chin. It's weird how much he was worried about the dinner part of the evening, but it has no second thoughts about telling Moira about his mother's investigation.

"So." He slides off his barstool. "There's no easy way to explain. Just come with me. It's just down the hall," he points towards the attached area to the living room.