Derek grunted in acknowledgment, though the corner of his mouth may have twitched when the blond's stomach growled. Contrary to what some might think, he didn't actually want Alcuin to be scared of him, although a healthy respect wouldn't be amiss.
He walked past Alcuin towards the back of the house, where the large kitchen and breakfast nook were located, assuming he would follow without needing to be instructed.
"Were you trained to cook?" he asked, casually, moving towards the fridge. It didn't matter to him whether the slave could cook or not. The Hales had always been self-sufficient, and he was perfectly capable of preparing sandwiches for himself and Alcuin. He got out a slab of roast beef, as well as a block of cheese, lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise, and mustard.