He takes the plate and takes a bite. He keeps his mouth shut until he's swallowed, because he lives half in a cave, but he wasn't raised in one.

"I wouldn't want anything in your ear." That's too far. "We can bury something elsewhere in your suit. Have its default be 'off'. I assume you wear gloves?" He's thinking now, in a direction that's actually really comfortable for him, and he even enjoys. Far more than social functions.

"My social calendar is made up almost entirely of charity events and yachts. Which would you prefer? One involves a tuxedo, and the other one involves... a boat, but fewer people."