He's smiling, so I suppose that's a good thing.

I look into his eyes, and his words are encouraging, to say the least. I smile back at him, and reach across the counter to gently grip his wrist. "And you succeeded, I hope?" This is what I need to hear, plus I was certainly concerned about him on a personal level.

"I'm not terribly hungry, but could I bother you for a cup of tea, maybe?"