Loras could have very well been sulking, looking all of a young teenage boy, waiting for a TV program as he sat across the table from his Master. He was trying to be patient, but he was bored.
"Is it to your satisfactory, Master?" he asked sarcastically. Nothing on his face indicated that this was in any way a joke. He was ready for his Master to finish lunch so they could do something much more interesting. More specifically, something that involved lightsabers.