[Well, great. Better cross off fries as foods Crow can never look at again without thinking about how Eren would like to swap that out for his head. Or fingers. Or both.

The colour drains from his face slightly as he watches this horrific and yet fascinating (you know, in the same way you find a snake devouring a mouse fascinating) scene, pulling over the menu sitting on one of the tables to take a look at what he wants. You know, just letting Eren work through his aggression.

It'll pass. Maybe.

Although Elliot's compliment does seem to alleviate any tension.]

Awww shucks, you flatter me, Elliot.

Truth be told, I'm pretty surprised myself. I've been told I have a cool head but...

I guess I just shut everything else out when that happened and focused on the important stuff.

[Now it's his time for a bashful gesture, fiddling with his bandana rim just above his eyebrows.]