Quickly, half-embarrassed at himself, he reaches over to brush his fingers over Zel's cheek where the blush is faintly visible, just above the edge of his mask. His hand is back where it was in the space of a blink. "Fine," he says with a little smile, "I'll eat it first. Happy?" He cuts off a bit of chicken with his fork and places it in his mouth with slightly ostentatious, though genuine, enjoyment.