Arching a pair of elegant brows at John, Kougaiji nodded and finally forced the fork towards his mouth. He'd have to eat something. And he was hungry, despite the fact that chewing would hurt and the food was nothing like appealing. If he noticed John's amusement, he did nothing to show it.

Knocking was something Kougaiji would have done whatever the case. His mother had made sure he knew his manners, his father had made sure he also wanted to abide by them and knock before walking into certain rooms.

"So you don't want to tell me what's going on?" he asked directly after swallowing and decided to let his fork rest for a while before even thinking of more.