Almost as if it were choreographed, the moment Darin sits, Cecelia stands. She heads to the door to her back room, vanishing briefly before returning with a damp hand towel, stepping over to where he sits and holding it out for him to take. Should he not do so in a timely fashion, she's just going to have to take his face in-hand and wipe it off herself, so it's up to his attention span and pride to make that call.

Meanwhile: "Explain yourself."