[He's got a few rebuttals to all of this. It's doesn't matter if it's easier for him, what's important is making sure Figaro's satiated. He's been in worse situations and dealt with far worse; physically, mentally, spiritually, even if the entire tastes disgusting thing is kind of a kick to the balls. A pretty solid kick to the balls, really.

...anyway, that he's been in worse situations and dealt with far worse, and, in the worst case, is prepared to sacrifice for the good of Belobog because that's what being a Landau means. And if sacrificing means his health, then, well...

As long as it's for Belobog. And Gepard's all prepared to say as much - say something empowering and determined. Stubborn. And then fucking Figaro says that he'll swoop in to save him and Gepard chokes on his coffee.]

What? [He breathes it out, trying (and failing) to will away the embarrassment. He can feel his cheeks start to burn up. There's only so much drinking coffee can cover up. He still takes a vigorous bite of pastry, in the hopes of having to bite, chew, and swallow a pastry would keep him from having to respond.

...it only lasts so long. The pastry is swallowed.]

Don't you dare. For Qlipoth's sake- don't even joke about that! Do you have any idea of the problems that sort of thing would cause?