[Almost immediately, Dion ceases his behavior. The guilt on his features is immediately obvious. Though Clive hasn't scolded him and doesn't seem particularly worse for wear, he still can't help but feel a twinge for having pushed so hard. And of course, it doesn't help that his earlier feelings, the conflict of having even been the slightest bit involved with Clive's suffering, creep back in.]

My apologies.

[He swallows a bit hard, squeezing his eyes closed. He draws in a breath, before opening his eyes once more.]

I suppose it is a far bit better than having six different forks to consume but one meal. Better to eat quickly and enjoy it than to have to make a performance of it all, don't you think?