The Minister stares at the wall. Even he felt that he lacked this conviction - he knew that he would have failed the ritual if he held it any longer when he had done it weeks ago. Any smile he had moments ago goes flat before staring down at the table.

Minutes pass, slowly for the Kitsune - perhaps just as slow for the redhead, before he speaks. His hand moves to Jesse's own plate - his power with pyromancy beginning to re-heat his cold food - at least a little bit.