I see...

[ Doesn't it... either Rook truly doesn't care or mind, or perhaps he knows already in that way he always seems to figure things out with. With a quiet hum, Vil turns back to the pate wellington with the same reasoning- it's not likely they'll get to encounter the same meal again. So they may as well enjoy it.

It's small enough to be finished at ease, along with the salad accompanying, and their mint berry dessert is delightful too, freshening up their mouths after.

Once he's cleaned off his meal and dessert and has pulled out his compact to make sure his face is pristine and appearance appropriate, he glances at his device. ]

It was a good meal. Come along now. I promised I'd return soon.

[ And once they're up, he extends his hand to Rook, pausing only to adjust the clothing he has on for him. ]

You'll find your personal effects in whatever place you're assigned. Though I am loathe to leave you right away, but you'd get a better lay of the land without me.

[ His hands remain on Rook's shoulders for a bit before he meets his gaze and lowers them so one hand can take Rook's in his. ]

... don't disappear on me.

[ A quiet request. ]

Please.