[ No point in dwelling, honestly. What a thing to say. Harold keeps frowning at him but lets the conversation progress in the direction he's pushed it. ]

If there's tea, I'll take that, [ he allows with a sigh. ] I was hoping you would sleep more with a private, securable location. Would you like some electronic proximity monitors? [ It's a polite sort of offer Harold makes automatically, along the same lines as Carver's offer of coffee. ]