He snorts, moving on to his hot chocolate. It's still steaming, but he drinks it down anyway.

"Some people happen to have a bit more dignity than Dante. Besides, it's a waste to inhale your food, anyway. You don't taste it as much and you lose what you make a mess with. Not to mention looking like you're afraid someone's going to take it from you."

He sets the cup back down with an audible clink that suggests restraint in not slamming it and gives her a flat look.

"Don't base your assumptions off of a few examples. We can have as many different personality types as you humans."