[Is this human actually trying to make conversation with him when he's obviously pissed off he's not getting the food he demands?! The red hair, however, reminds him of another (more useful, entertaining) human he met on the dining cart train that served him the best sake he's had in centuries.

He huffs but picks up his pint, manspreading his legs and leaning back in his seat.]

A poor replacement to what I had my subordinate pour me. [He's talking about you, Diluc. You're his, now.] I should find him, too. [That's said a little more to himself but still aloud.

He takes a drink before turning to this newcomer, all four of his eyes landing on Sylvain's face. Humans look so pampered and clean these days. Even when he was stuck inside the brat. He has seen the place, yes; Minecraftia reminds him more of his glory days as a tyrant so he's having a great time. Despite being incredibly hangry, he's in a good enough mood to humor some actual conversation and not rip his tongue out of his mouth for saying 'not to mind him'.

Later, he'll find a way to make him regret those words. FOR NOW:]

What's the point in lying about how terrible that crap is? If they knew how bad, then perhaps they'd actually try to make something better.