"I had a late lunch, I'm not starving. And I'm tired," he said. May as well admit that much. It wasn't exactly an unsafe topic.
His next statement was accompanied by a deprecating smile. "Unbelievably enough, I am capable of being too tired to eat. Or too anything. It's been a long... what, nine months now? Since I woke up?" He grabbed his plate to take it outside. "I haven't had much of a chance to rest. If you want me to be any use to you tomorrow, I'm better off with sleep. I'll make up for it with breakfast."