"That's pretty nice."  He will go ahead and exercise his freedom to not say what his means, here.

She doesn't ask. She unpacks what she got in her errands - snacks to keep in the room, for one, which are dried mushrooms but at least salty and chewy and to be consumed ad libitum if he feels underfed.

"Thank you!"

He kind of wants to offer her another massage, and kind of has all day, but if he does it now then it'll seem like he only does that in response to extra food.  But if he does it not in response to things, he'll just seem pathetically lonely.  Or worse, into her, and there's no way she's ever going to feel that way toward him, and then things will be horrible between him and the only person who doesn't think he's a slave.

"...Is there any way I could help with making another hammock?"

"Hm. So the two pain points there are getting the anchors into the ceiling, and getting strong enough silk to hold a person up. Can you weave? Or spin?"

"No.  Not already."  That's not one of his mom's hobbies that he participated in.

"Then unfortunately even if you start right now you will suck at it for years to come. Unseen Servants can spin but they need looms to weave just like people do and we don't have one... I could just buy hammock fabric if the book sells, how urgent is this?"

"It's not very urgent."

"Okay. Book first and then we can get you your own hammock."

Nod nod nod.

"I had the thought that I could work on translating while you're away, but I don't know whether that's an okay use of paper."

"You could maybe do some translating in your head, since you're more cultural consultant than Drow language expert and it shouldn't be that hard to call to mind whatever you thought up about rendering this or that across the language barrier?"