"Bright, hm? Well, your smile certainly suits the name, despite the dimness of this world we find ourselves in." And those bright blue eyes, but he's just met this man is trying to be less creepy about complimenting him at the get-go. He has a nice smile, the eyes seem kind but... tired, the smile doesn't entirely reach the eyes. Likely from the weight of this place, he thinks, but that's because he doesn't know Malcolm enough.

"That's a solid suggestion. I have heard it's dangerous at night, and honestly, I've slept in worse places. A warm and comfortable bed is really all I need." For the time being. At least, he's trying to convince himself of that. He is a delicate flower and likes a lot more creature comforts, but he has survived plenty with less. So he can suck it up for a bit longer.

"It's a good temporary solution in any case." He pauses.

"Are you a good cook?" He nods to the things he's putting into the pillowcase.