[Egon follows, and he's fallen back into silence. He's made the werebear across from him uncomfortable, and for once he actually notices that he's done it. He wonders if this is how Janine felt when she'd first kissed him. He should have been better to her than he often was.]

[It seems that his appetite has flown south, and the nephilim looks out the window too. He'll order, because he'll likely eat regardless of the discomfort in the air, but what he really focuses on is shrugging off his half-cape and nursing on a glass of tea that seems almost humorously small in his giant hands.]