The mischievous part of him that seems to have awoken when he awoke as a child tempts him to sit on the counter; he's never sat on a surface before, thanks to the manners instilled in him at a young age. Ultimately, they hold out now, if only for the fact that Marius has less to climb when sitting on a chair.

"Thank you," he says, turning to Rat with a grateful smile. He doesn't miss the way Polyphemus licks the spoon, nor the way Rat obviously looks away while he does it. His smile widens.

But then he gives into his hunger, and he digs into his food, absolutely stuffing his face the way he's seen gamins do in the streets of Paris.