That is an impressive amount of pancake-eating going on there. That more than the eyes is what has Nathan's attention. He's accustomed enough to physical oddities to not pay particular mind to the more minor ones, but disproportionate appetites get his notice. Maybe that's strange, but Nathan has always been odd in one way or another, even before being Numbered.

His gaze is perhaps a little too intent, simply because that bit of interest has been caught. Though they've never met, Richard will find something about his eyes very familiar -- dark and glassy, they're remarkably like those of Lazarus.

Still, Nathan doesn't say anything. It's his nature to be quiet. He just casts that intent look up at him every few careful, meticulous bites of his own. Pale and silent, he's something of a diminutive ghost at the other side of the table