It took several long moments for Dias to force back his laughter again; he wasn't used to being so open, and Scar couldn't look any more obviously disapproving without actually slugging him, but the sight of his serious friend with spaghetti slithering down around his ears - never mind that it was too much for even Dias to be expected to keep a straight face through, it was probably something he'd never see again.

In a way, it was reassuring to know that even in this place, there was amusement to be had. Leave it to River to be the source.

Clearing his throat once he'd regained his composure, and wordlessly offering Scar his own napkins, Dias was then free to process what exactly River had said, and what Lust was now referring to. "Breeding?" he echoed, with a look on his face that suggested he was refusing to believe he'd just heard what he thought he had.

That was a good way to sober him up, if all else failed.