He ate quietly, in the same span that Hera did and while she paced herself speaking. It was how he carefully judged her movements, her breathing... anything that might seem even slightly off. The food was delicious as he expected.
What was unexpected was Hera asking if he wanted to see them modeled.
An irritated part of Zeus wanted to ask what the alternate options were: him borrowing them to wear around for some strange sexual perversion under his clothes? But, that would cause unnecessary conflict and he did honestly want to see what they looked like in better detail, particularly if there was female flesh inside. It was never an opinion he would refuse.
He looked up, after swallowing his most recent bite, “yes.” Just a single word and a simple look. But, she was his wife, his Queen, the woman who challenged him the most, loved over all the others and still found to be one of the most beautiful woman to ever grace creation. Zeus always had varying degrees of desire for her but having had Hera avoid him for several months had him wanting what he'd been denied.