"You say this as if it's some new piece of evidence coming to light." He teases lightly. "Or as if it's a bad thing." There's a slight, unnoticeable edge to his last words. Despite his bland appearance, he does sometimes worry what Dilan thinks of him.

Luxord nods his thanks and picks up his fork when Dilan sets the plate in front of him. He grins at the older male. "If it looks as good as it tastes, I might have to eat my meals with you more often." He jokes, digging in.