That so? With an invitation list as mixed as that one, I'm surprised it all went smoothly. I would have put money on a three-ring circus. [He half-smiles again, then examines the food.]

You can help yourself to water, if you like. It's in the ice box. [He looks over the food, feeling hunger for the first time for actual food rather than human flesh in a long time. Since that catastrophic feeding last month the sight of food makes him feel ill, but it seems death has healed him up a bit. He goes to the cabinet and grabs a fork, then a second, in case Jade wants to eat any of her leftovers now.] Grantaire didn't get himself too polluted, did he? I worry about that one.