[He notices that lilt, the slight choke in the sound that would otherwise be amused. It takes a second to remember what's to come, and that his life could very well be over in the morning.

Maybe he would die happy with this as his last meal.]

It'd be nice. But I'd never be able to spend time with you if that's all you did, would I? [His brow furrows for a second, frowning. Dilemma.] So...

Maybe I can find a chef to keep as a pet. That way, you can enjoy the food, too... when I come back to you.