Well, he wondered how well Malcolm and Zed got a long. He couldn't imagine there was any bad blood or discomfort. Zed might not have been the most social bird in the house, but, she did know her way around conversations if she found herself in them. He knew she preferred to not throw herself into social situations unless she felt there was a need.

"Here I thought my cracked ribs weren't a secret." He offered his inquiry with a quip. He twirled the knife in his hand before sharpening the other side.