"Now that is an idea I'm not certain I can wrap my head around. Who wouldn't have rockstar ambitions growing up and want to keep them and make them reality as an adult?" Of course he was teasing. He knew plenty of kids that had thought of doing that, especially when he'd been in primary, and very few kept that dream to adulthood. He also knew that his parents had often wished he'd have grown out of it until he actually managed to join a group and make money.
Out of all the things he thought Orsino might do during this lunch outing he definitely didn't expect him to reach across the table and take one of the pieces of his sandwich. Though there was a part of him that reminded him that the band often had a free for all when it came to food and just grabbed whatever and so it shouldn't have been all that shocking.
"So are you the food inspector now?" he questioned, giving him a wry look. "And if not, well, should I worry about any of my other food going missing?" Or rather more of his sandwich because he highly doubted anyone in the band would resort to sticking a spoon in a soup that wasn't theirs.