Bentley watches his face carefully, as though the answer might be written there. He sits back up, turning the phrases over in his head, trying to figure where in the world he might be headed. Before he can open his mouth to ask any questions though, Viana returns, graceless as usual. And insulting as usual.

"I resent that," he says to Viana, but wary of Evan's response. Two sockings in one day would just be two more than he cares to have - and who would want quite-possibly-dirty nails in their mouth, anyway? Bentley is somewhat tedious about cleanliness.

The bread is in face gets a good stare for a moment, then Viana's face. He looks incredulous. Almost would rather her brother feed me. Hesitating a moment, he slowly leans over, taking the bite. It's rather gentle, actually, just barely pressing teeth into it and taking it. No fingers or nails get bitten in the process.