Huh. That pause was kind of weird. Brain-fart, perhaps? Wade didn't know head doctors could get those, but he supposes everyone's guilty of those at one point or another. Shit-- he doesn't have a booger, does he?

Releasing the man's hand-- dude has a strong handshake, which he notes with mild approval-- Wade briefly and surreptitiously checks his face with two fingers on the pretense of scratching his nose. Nothing odd there that he can feel, which is a relief. Maybe this Lecter guy just needed a moment to collect his thoughts. Judging from the accent-- he can't get a read on what it is, but the inflection sounds vaguely European-- English might not be his first language.

"Likewise." Said in a vague, distracted tone, partly because he hasn't made up his mind whether it is good to meet this guy yet, but mostly because his appetite's taken the wheel again. He casts his gaze once more over the food laid out before him, as if taking in the lavish culinary pornography for the first time. Appreciatively, he whistles.

"Where'd you get the spread, doc? I didn't know this place actually had catering here."