He was unsure what to say to him. the lump of the bread stuck in his throat and he coughed. It was a miracle the combination of the smell, his fever and the coughing didn't make him puke. The  extent of his manners was stronger than he thought. "I'd rather not say but... it's obvious isn't it?" he certainly would want to come here by choice, but he kept that thought to himself. he finished the bread and leaned back against the wall.  his face was flushed and he wanted to toss the cloak he was so hot.