[ Okay, yeah, that last bit's the bit that gets to him, triggering a little spark of annoyance. Because even if he's witnessed plenty of disgusting opulence during his years serving the Vandimion family, as someone who grew up scrounging for scraps, that sort of wastefulness still annoys him.

'Potentially wasteful, possibly spoiled,' Serpico notes to himself about Felix, even as he maintains that look of flustered, well-mannered innocence. ]

Well, but ...

[ It's at that moment that his stew is dropped off at their table, and Serpico looks from Felix, down to it, then back to Felix, eyebrows slightly raised. It sure smells nice, doesn't it!!!

And then he finally gives a dramatic sigh and slides it across the table. Though he doesn't pull his hand away from the bowl just yet. ]

Then -- would you at least give me your name, kind sir? I'd like to know who I owe the thanks for such a generous meal.