“Just because I normally apply psychology to Evil, doesn’t mean I can’t use it for Good,” Malcolm joked. He looked up from the apple to glance at Neal. “You’ve never been interested curating an art gallery or something? It sounds like you’d be good at it. Or curating someone’s private collection. If we lived in the same New York, I’d tell you to give my mother a call. She’d love to hear about how to make her collection more enviable from a pleasant looking face,” he remarked with a grin.