A pirate couldn't afford to be predictable, even to his own friends. Though, Fran always seemed to be at least one step ahead of him most of the time. Regardless, this was Ashe, and she was probably already extremely irritated with him. He wouldn't be flippant forever, but he didn't fancy standing in the doorway while he rehashed what he'd learned. The food could be better, but at least it was something.
"Dinner," he responded, pausing and glancing over his shoulder at her. He then lifted a hand in open invitation. "Coming?"
He could have told her before he'd started down the hallway, but where was the fun in that? Her exasperation wouldn't last much longer if she chose to join him. Well... the part that was directed at him. He couldn't imagine the frustration she was feeling at being away from Rabanastre would go away for the entirety of their stay here. However long that might be.