"I've seen you eat, Lieutenant." They were back to that, then. "Our culinary tastes are as different as night and day. A week's worth of your lunch would more than likely give me heartburn."

He doesn't say it, but the unspoken command is loud and clear between them. Try harder.

"A week's worth of lunch is something I can get from anybody." There's a hint there, Noel, but it's as much as he's going to give you. With a sigh and a shrug, Hazama turned back toward the lamp and his desk and began to gather the papers atop it into a neater-looking pile.

"If you plan to try as hard here as you do with your work -- then I'm afraid you're just going to end up right back where you are now."