There was no guarantee that Five wouldn't scratch him the next time Klaus attempted to coddle him but he considered bitting to be unprofessional. Biting was more Diego's thing, which might explain why his brother was wary of that.

Five stared at the toast with some apprehension, as if ti had personally offended his mother. His stomach still felt weird and he didn't want to make a mess if he suddenly got sick. Maybe he would have time to teleport to the bathroom if that happened. With a long-suffering sigh that made it clear he was humoring Klaus, but without further protests which made it more obvious he appreciated the food in some way, he sat up on the bed. Immediately, a full body shudder rippled it's way through his body, ugh.

"L-lets get this over with." He grabbed the smallest piece among the toast triangles, leaving the others for Klaus "When was the last time you ate?"