If nothing else, his manners and sense of etiquette were impeccable from his years of serving distinguished guests in his master's household. It rankled him slightly to not be serving his host at the very least, but rule number one was that you never, ever angered the cook by getting in the way while they were cooking. Derek seemed content preparing everything and had thus taken that role for the moment. Alcuin peeled himself from the entrance wall and moved to the table at a moment's notice, giving the werewolf a wide berth just in case. It never hurt to be cautious.
Alcuin paused briefly at the table, momentarily uncertain what to do because as soon as Derek sat down he would again be the host. He settled for pulling out a chair for him at what he assumed to be the head of the table before sitting down himself. “Thank you,” Alcuin smiled graciously. He tried not to think about the rule that said you were never supposed to eat before the host as he smoothed a napkin over his lap, but he still hesitated to do so. Old habits died hard. “This looks delicious.”