As always, Eros's eyes are full of adoration and are on you as he smiles faintly, his hands busy cutting the "duck" meat on his plate and yours. He does not flinch when a small drop of blood specks his hand. Oh, there's another one on his rolled up shirt sleeve...how did you miss that before... "What's the matter, love? Does it not taste good?"

He looks like he's waiting for you to say something, mention something specific regarding your food. About your meat.