[Eustace's expression doesn't change much, but seeing her suddenly getting very...intense? Angry...? He's not sure, but he doesn't think he's the cause of whatever just suddenly sparked her ire. ...Although her smile does bring a flicker of wariness as he wonders what she's up to.
Seriously, what did that pork do to you, Tifa, why the stab.
So he just looks at her a little questioningly when she holds out that rather large piece at him. It's...definitely on the larger side, but not impossible. Of course he could ask her "oh so cutely" to cut it smaller, but something tells him he shouldn't push her too much right now.
Right now.
There's just a moment before he just leans in a bit and actually goes—]
Aaahh.
[—in a rather...quiet, "playing along" tone before he takes the giant bite.
Jeez it's big, but he can handle it. It just takes him a few more chews as he sits back, and it does give him a larger burst of flavor, one that surprises him a bit. How could anyone make pork taste this good...??? There's also a sweetness to it, too...the glaze, perhaps?
Ah, but he should say something right. He almost says something similar to her, but seeing those serenaders just...really eying him, as if expecting to hear something ~special~ gives him some pause.
All right, fine. He set himself in this "role," he'll continue to play it out while they still have an "audience."]
...It's sweet.
[Not a lie, it really was. Just the way he says it as he looks at her makes it seem as if it's not because it was how the pork was cooked but instead of the atmosphere.]
Do you want to feed me another, dear? Or do you want me to feed you?
[Such a sweet, teasing smile. However, don't get onto him just yet, Tifa, he has a reason for putting on this sickening sweet show. His eyes lock on hers before flicking to the serenaders.]
Or...would you rather we were alone?
[Take the hint you noisy disruptors. And hopefully Tifa will take his so that she can add to it. The sooner those musicians are gone, the sooner they can have a real dinner in peace.]
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Seriously, what did that pork do to you, Tifa, why the stab.
So he just looks at her a little questioningly when she holds out that rather large piece at him. It's...definitely on the larger side, but not impossible. Of course he could ask her "oh so cutely" to cut it smaller, but something tells him he shouldn't push her too much right now.
Right now.
There's just a moment before he just leans in a bit and actually goes—]
Aaahh.
[—in a rather...quiet, "playing along" tone before he takes the giant bite.
Jeez it's big, but he can handle it. It just takes him a few more chews as he sits back, and it does give him a larger burst of flavor, one that surprises him a bit. How could anyone make pork taste this good...??? There's also a sweetness to it, too...the glaze, perhaps?
Ah, but he should say something right. He almost says something similar to her, but seeing those serenaders just...really eying him, as if expecting to hear something ~special~ gives him some pause.
All right, fine. He set himself in this "role," he'll continue to play it out while they still have an "audience."]
...It's sweet.
[Not a lie, it really was. Just the way he says it as he looks at her makes it seem as if it's not because it was how the pork was cooked but instead of the atmosphere.]
Do you want to feed me another, dear? Or do you want me to feed you?
[Such a sweet, teasing smile. However, don't get onto him just yet, Tifa, he has a reason for putting on this sickening sweet show. His eyes lock on hers before flicking to the serenaders.]
Or...would you rather we were alone?
[Take the hint you noisy disruptors. And hopefully Tifa will take his so that she can add to it. The sooner those musicians are gone, the sooner they can have a real dinner in peace.]