Malcolm slammed the last drawer and looked at him with exasperation. "I'd rather you knock on my door and hand them to me like I'm your neighbour and not a stranger that lives next door," he spelled out. "It's like you don't even want to be part of the family here. Do you even understand why I thought you were a sociopath right after we met or is that a mystery to you? Do you just chalk it up to me being mean or rude or something? Because maybe I am any of those things, but your behaviour was a factor." He held a finger up. "For the sake of clarity, I would like to disclose that I don't think you're a sociopath anymore. In case that's a question you have but won't ask."