The pout doesn't vanish even as Riddle pulls his hand back, shoving more food into his face as if to avoid saying something, to force himself to think through his words first. Why would he need to do that, if his initial thought wasn't going to be completely and utterly embarrassing?

Only after he'd swallowed and repeated the process one more time does he finally respond.

"Just for a short while - until my fever breaks." Riddle decides, eyeing Cater. "After..."

"I think there's one more thing you can teach me about."