Byleth takes the bowl, looking at the contents. It smells good. It looks good. But he feels his body already protesting. He takes it down anyways, quickly before he can hesitate too much. The bowl is set aside with a soft word of thanks.

He stares at Angeal with a clear sense of desire. He doesn't want him on the floor. Byleth would rather be laying against him. It feels like such an imposing request though. No instead he will just stare awkwardly at him until he realizes he's been asked a question.

"Yes, that would be nice."