"I don't beg," he answers, looking away resolutely. He's actually half-out of his chair already by the time Don gets to the table, following either the scent of food or the concern that Don was going to somehow trip over a chair leg.

Thankfully they can both relax, and he reaches to the plate of chicken in order to pluck a single piece up and toss it in his mouth. He chews thoughtfully, and nods approvingly before he moves around Don and settles himself down at the head of the table.

"Then let's get to it," he says, already loading up his plate with no concern for Don.