Ulysse had finished up on tidying up behind the bar while Rook scarpered to the kitchen. He can privately admit that it actually charmed him a bit that the gruff bouncer had been so quick to take things out of his hands to take care of things, and it leaves him with a smile lingering over his lips as he finishes his work.

Then the gumbo is set in front of him and he can't help it, the sight of the napkin as well has him huffing a quietly delighted laugh, short and sweet as he meets Rook's eyes. "No, I'm not," he admits, the smile briefly growing before he lowers his gaze and plucks up the spoon to start poking at the gumbo. "Thank you, though, I appreciate it."