[ Adrian wrinkles his nose, and though the question is on his face, he manages to keep himself from asking: are you not? If Mr. Cabbage Expert wants to eat his food unseasoned, that's his choice.

Lucky for Adrian, his sad wet seal eyes seem to come through in the end because the man turns around instead of just leaving him there to die dressed as old produce. Maybe he misinterpreted the situation. Just a bit.

He looks down at the knife, the back up at the irritated man wielding it. If he had even a single ounce of self-preservation instinct, the nervous way that he bites the inside of his lip would have something to do with not wanting to die. Instead, it's the man that he's concerned for. ] Please be careful not to touch me — I don't mean it like that. If you touch my skin, you'll become ill, and even if you are irritating I have no desire to harm you. You can borrow my gloves if you wish.

[ He does hold still, however. ]