[Ash's pout upon being refused is a little put-on, but he shrugs and tugs it back to himself.] Non? Not hungry? Ahaha, well, all the more for me.

[What could be inside? Only one way to find out. Ash takes a big bite out of the jammy pastry, licking at his lips as a little of it gets at the side of his lips. There's pastry crumbs flaking off onto the sheets, but he's not worries. Housekeeping will take care of it later. As he chews thoughtfully and swallows, he doesn't feel off in any way.... yet. So, probably not poisoned?]

Just as delicious as it looks. Quite fresh, too. Are you sure you don't want any? [He takes another bite; his eyes, a crystal bright green, slide towards the rest of the breakfast spread.] Shall I put on some tea? By the way, monsieur, what might you have done to earn yourself a place in Hell? [Munch.]