[Today the Marquis has taken the time to sit and enjoy his meal in the hall. Normally he's fine to return to his room with a bowl, but sleep has been escaping him, and a little time to sit and recollect himself seems to be the best choice for him. Renate eats from her bowl, dropped on the floor next to his feet. He catches Ben's eye briefly as his gaze scans the room. Swallowing what he has been chewing, he manages a tired wink.]