"It would be terribly convenient if that wasn't a problem for her." He eats obediently; he isn't actively hungry, but he can taste the soup, and it is good. He's aware that he hasn't eaten in some time, and he needs his strength, especially after his and Watson's powerful moment, there. He goes for pieces of chicken, though he tries to leave enough for Watson, too.

Watson's question gives him pause; were his face not already flushed with fever, he'd probably color. He ducks his head and has another spoonful of soup, hiding his expression, though he isn't sure what exactly his expression is.

"He must. He's the only family member who still enjoys speaking with me." He sighs and looks away, a smile chasing the corners of his mouth. "He has his favorite things. His favorite chair, his favorite club, favorite tobacco. I must rank in there somewhere as his favorite brother, the fact that I'm his only brother notwithstanding. I owe him quite a lot," he murmurs, more seriously. "I'm not sure what I give back to him."