The oddness of someone willingly being tied up hadn't escaped Guy either, but how often did someone end up with an infection that urged them to attack other people? He knew that Claude wouldn't have bitten him if he'd had any choice in the matter, which meant that he couldn't expect himself to be able to resist either. This seemed like the safest option; if he thought that he could keep a hold of himself by the time Claude got here, then he would ask his friend to untie him.

The fact that the meat tasted so good made it much easier to eat, but Guy still made sure to take his time. If he started to force it down out of necessity, he would just end up feeling sick. He switched between the steak and the fries, also to make it easier, and watched as Okita started getting to work on ripping up the sheets. His roommate was definitely taking this seriously, which Guy was also grateful for.

Still, he was preparing to suggest that Okita make sure he was done with his own dinner before he worried about doing that, only to be interrupted by a comment that took him by complete surprise. He stared over his desk at where Okita was standing, trying to even find the context for that comment. Then again, this wasn't the first time his roommate had said something out of the blue like that.

In the end, he couldn't help laughing self-deprecatingly. It just sounded so ridiculous to him. "What do you mean?"