Same thing, different wrapper, and not answering invited it's own assumptions.

Once Malcolm was done, Raylan nodded mutely. He felt rebuked somehow, and felt it best to busy himself with the breakfast, unable to come up with anything other than quiet acceptance. The polite 'Thank you' at the end, despite the soft smile, felt like a stern steel cap on things, and Raylan could manage an expression of 'Your welcome, but the words wouldn't ever pass his lips.

"The food is good; where'd you order it from?"