[ D'Artagnan is already on his way back out when Jack mentions towels, and then he pauses, and goes back in to find one. That means he comes back with his face dry. His hair is still wet at the roots. ]

You have plenty. I don't...really feel, like.

[ Anything, he wants to say. It's hard to think about things too deeply. It's why all his movements are abrupt, why he keeps walking away without explaining. He stops talking now, glances in the pot, and changes the subject. ]

That looks good. Don't let it boil, remember. It can come off when you like the taste.