Nonsense. Anyone would need time to arrange their thoughts. Best to help me finish the contents of this plate first. Besides, you will be doing me a favor. Otherwise I'll either be forced to return this half eaten and face the wrath of the kitchen staff, or be forced toss it from a window to avoid being scolded. Either would be a terrible waste, and one would be very cruel indeed.

[She fixes him with a wounded, pitiable look. Do these hands look like they can wash dishes to you? Scrub floors? Just look at her. She can't afford to do penance in a kitchen, Salvio.]