"Mmm. Tomorrow maybe." Tonight he's got more pressing concerns, namely the hours of potion brewing Magnus has left and his self-appointed task of making it as easy as possible for the warlock. He's got an interest in it working, they both do, and he wants to help in any way that he can.

Alec's laughter is soft and fond, holding the wonton until Magnus takes the second half, then licking the remainder of the sauce off his own fingers. It's a little bit of a tease but his next words are sincere. "It's not terrible at all. You work so hard, you should let me spoil you."