It’s a relief to have her acting playfully, and it likely shows on his face. Rezo smiles easily, but normally it’s akin to a seraphic smirk, something with a lofty edge to it; but right now his expression is something warmer and softer than that.

“I am beginning to realize that,” he agrees. Troublesome- or at least somewhat meddlesome. Teasingly, he adds, “I shall have to temper my expectations accordingly.”

Rezo turns to his plate, which is now empty, or maybe mostly empty. He could probably handle another plate or two but now that he’s no longer ravenous his fatigue has become insistent. When he lifts his plate, it feels heavier than an empty piece of ceramic should.

“I believe I am about finished here,” he says, almost sighing the words.