Charles listened to John's rambling with slowly raising eyebrows. "That is just a little racist." He replied with an amused sparkle in his eyes, "But even if you're right-" He shrugged and speared a piece of pork with his fork, placed it in his mouth, and chewed with closed eyes and an overly dramatic look of put rapture on his face. He opened one eye and grinned, "At least it's delicious rat." He said with at chuckle. "At any rate, I'm glad you hold my opinion in such high regard. Unless you were just luring me in here with lurid stories, knowing I'd be worried-" He teased, gently bumping John's shoulder with his nose before turning back to consuming his thoroughly delicious meal.