He laughs, nodding. "Sounds like something Bull would say." He doesn't mind though, his name might be long but it really did only belong on identification cards and government documentation. He wasn't quite so high brow as his name.

He'll glance over at the kitchen himself, not too concerned but he was a little hungry. Fighting spiders tended to work up an appetite. "Maybe they had to go catch it. Fish tend to avoid hot oil like their life depends on it" because it did, though he will sit up a little more, popping his back a little since his shoulders and back tended to bunch a little after wearing his undershirt for any length of time.