I cannot say that I know what you mean, Ciel. [He wrinkles his brow, then says.] Perhaps I do, actually. [He doesn't let on exactly how though. She might need to wheedle the details out of him.]

[He shifts his weight for a moment, sheathing his chainsword.]

But be that as it may, I would like to invite you over to my house in a few days for lunch. I have undertaken some basic research into dishes I believe you would like, and intend to provide you with a meal you will enjoy to the best of my ability.