“I rather not drink, I don’t know what might happen if I get drunk,” Alois wanted to remember while he could before his memory would be soon snatched by some other demon. He didn’t want his first drink to be the day he was released from the hospital bed, or for it to be shared with a demon. He didn’t trust him, at least not fully just yet. Zico showed kindness but it wasn’t enough for him to just break down all his walls in a snap of his fingers. It could all just be some stupid game before killing him, though he couldn’t see what fun that’d really be.<br/><br/>Eyes drifted to the steaming pasta and he frowned. It smelled good, it looked good even... but did he want to eat? He was hungry, sick of the hospital food and forced feeding through a tube when he refused to eat any other way. Alois didn’t want to offend him and started to eat, it was the polite thing to do, and his stomach was craving something new to eat. "It's really good, I know my brother would have enjoyed it very much," He commented between his small bites of the pasta dish.<br/><br/>"Feel free to drink though, I don't really care if you get drunk," A drunk Zico would probably be good entertainment for the night anyways, though the older brother might not be so pleased. There was still no sight of the older brother, which worried Alois a bit as his mind drifted to what he was actually doing. Maybe getting a small group to come into the house and each of them have a turn torturing him. The thought almost made him laugh due to how stupid it was. He had to relax but just couldn't seem to do it properly.