He's mostly used to it... As much as one can ever be used to hand puppets that each have distinct personalities - one of which clearly sweet on him in a way he steadfastly refused to analyze. At least it wasn't Percy.

"I'm stuffed..." He sighed, eyeing the last melty curried bite. "Finish this so I don't feel bad." He scoops up the bite, turning sideways enough to press the spoon to Murdock's lips.

Totally normal bro-night behavior.