Even with Muriel's personal hang-ups with food and generally feeling like he doesn't deserve nice things, he can appreciate having something warm in his stomach after working in the cold. He warms his hands with the mug of soup for a bit before taking a sip, avoiding eye contact like it might physically hurt him.

"...someone has to do it." And, secretly, it does sort of feel nice to use his natural strength for something like this. Something that isn't going to hurt anyone. "Not like I have anything better to do here."