[ Rhy takes it, sits with it open on his knee. But he pauses, hesitates -- and looks back up at Alucard. He's feeling a little out of sorts, but not enough that he'd be able to ignore the soured mood. It is his fault, isn't it? He can't help feeling a little guilty, even so. ]

I haven't tried the pork yet. I'll be sure to sample it. Thank you for the recommendation.

[ He responds to the easy part mildly, almost apologetic.

And affords himself a question, tentatively: ]

Will it weigh too heavy on you to speak of it here?

Or, if you aren't comfortable here -- [ he lowers his voice ] -- in one of our cabins below?