"Oh," he says, looking down at this absolutely delightful plate that she just put in front of him from nowhere. That's uh very cool of her. The salmon in particular catches his attention, and he plucks one of the strips up, cutting a chunk of it off with his claw and throwing it in his mouth. Gross!

He gives her the answer she expects to the coffee, shaking his head firmly before he swallows. "No. Also, last night, I had something I needed to deliver to Bamborough. If you'd asked where I wanted to go instead, I would have told you that," he says, raising a significant eyebrow at her.

"Surprising me in the middle of a conversation is not impressive when you're," a vague gesture all over her, "you."