He quietly growls in annoyance. He really can't afford to piss off the staff any further right now, can he? Eating nutraloaf for a week is bad enough, but what if he was forced into solitary for a month? It wouldn't be the first time.

"Fine... I suppose you're correct once in a while..." He places an elbow on the table and leans into his hand, grimacing.

"This damned human body and its psychological need for companionship and decent food..." Sometimes he really hates being human, despite not knowing any other life.