Rodolphus looks up, momentarily interested at the mention of headcheese. He's distracted when Lucius gives his order and grins. He raises an eyebrow when he downs the brandy and the other joins it at the order for scotch. "Not going to say no there old boy, but are you sure you're up to it?" There is a definite challenge in his tone. "Steak as well," he turns to the waiter. "And I want it rare. I want to hear a 'moo' when I stick my fork in. And chips. Extra crisp. And no greenery or I'll see your spleen."