Karkat growls as the other speaks to him then then grumbles out, “YEAH, THATS ONE WAY OF PUTTING IT” He then grunts to acknowledge the offer of better food than he’s probably had for a long while and slouches as he follows the man with the cueball head, determined to remind himself that however nice this guy was, he still was part of the group that was keeping him against his will.
Not even bothering to dignify the other with any sort of physical reaction that would tell him that he heard, the guardian instead continued walking at a brisk pace, soon enough both of them arriving within the large kitchen that he owned.
“A meal, then. And tea, too.” It was more of an indicator for the other as to what he was going to do, instead of reminding himself that he had to do it.
With that, he began working away around the kitchen, white suit being taken off to make sure that no stains were to tarnish it, though he kept his pistol secured around his waist.