[He looks down at the jar of honey and brings a gloved hand up to its side, drumming his fingers on it contemplatively. Then he asks:]

Dude, does this stuff just never run out or something?

[And he's opened his mouth again to talk about the repairs when he catches Shiro's look, and his empathic ability picks up a trickle of his feelings. His senses are a bit dulled right now, though, so he's not getting a lot. His brows draw together at the question, clearly not understanding.]

…Like… literally? [He squints.] You're not about to take off your galra hand and give it to me if I say yes, are you? Because that would be so lame.