Even with her eyes on him the man kept putting his fork down and reaching for the books. A polite cough from her or a reminder he was supposed to finish his dinner was enough to get him back to eating but it still took longer than it should have. He seemed to take no pleasure in eating the lavish meal, though he did remark on its quality at some point. But even that seemed to be more him acknowledging a fact rather than true appreciation. Still, with her watchful eyes, the plat of food was fully consumed.

"Hrmmm." He murmurs softly rubbing at his stomach. "I feel a bit... off." He had managed to stay awake as long as he had, in part, because of his body screaming his neglect at him. With its desire for food satisfied it was trying to knock him out now. Which he ignored as he moves to go back to shelving books, moving sluggishly.