[ With how he's extending his dirty hand in front of Jean, he definitely assumes the latter. There's just this look of complete disgust. ]

Even if you had something good to share with me, I wouldn't lick it off your fingers. [ He sounds slightly offended that Mithra is even offering it to him like this. There's nothing appetizing about the food being offered and the delivery is even less appealing. Jean swipes a tissue box from one of the tables and shoves it into Mithra's chest. ]

Clean yourself up. How do you not get sick from this?