Go prep the kitchen. I am not going to cook dressed like this.

[Their experiment is over, so he can dress again. He has his answer on the initial premise.

He pushes himself up off of the couch and steps back into the bathroom to retrieve his discarded clothes. Through the door, he calls,]

I could draw it. I might. Depends on how well you listen to instructions in the kitchen.

[Hector doesn't know what they are, but they are back to it- orbiting and antagonizing one another.]