Badou was still sitting up against him, a line of warmth against his side and it... wasn't unpleasant. he did smile at Badou's comment though. "I agree," he said quietly. "We might end up talking about how pretty your hair is again," he added with a small smile remembering that conversation surprisingly well for someone who had been drugged near mindless. At least, he hoped that it was something he remembered and not something that he'd made up while under the influence of drugs. That was the danger really; drugs did not improve the general IQ of a conversation.

He caught the apple slices thrown at him, and the cookie, and blinked at Renji. "Thankyou," he said. He wasn't going to turn down food. Badou wasn't going to turn down food more importantly. And Allelujah did likes sweets.