His response is part instinct to comfort someone he cares about, part instinct to take advantage of a situation that he thinks might be beneficial to him... and he's not really sure yet at what ratio.

Rolling toward him, letting the plate tip between them and spill burned curried bananas on the ground, he tilts Murdock's chin up to meet his waiting lips without comment.

The warm brush of lips against lips is comment enough in his mind.

Even though he's not really sure if he is or not.