Glower into the camera, no. Glance to Cater in annoyance before ultimately resigning to his fate, yes. Riddle breathes out the heaviest of sighs. For one single moment, Riddle seemed to tilt his head towards Cater, allowing one perfect photograph. He did not, however, say the phrase.

Once the photo was done, he picks his teacup back up, waiting patiently for Cater to take the photos of their matching plates. Well, matching aside from how Riddle's were drenched in strawberry syrup.

"Hurry up." The demand is light. He wants to eat!