Rin returned the stare for awhile yet, her mask hiding any hint of an expression or thought as it was meant to. It was unnerving especially as the eyes of her demon mask seemed to stare unflinchingly at him, never revealing which were her real pair despite logic telling one it was the bottom two. It certainly also helped to add to the sinister reputations of the scorpion clan.
Finally, when his attention turned to food she relented and settled herself at the table to partake. There were certain mannerisms, orders, and careful pacing to how Rin ate. Some born of practicalities and realities to the Scorpion Clan, others matters of tradition, and yet others simple etiquette of sharing a meal.