"Hah, thanks." He started away, though he did stop and say considerately, "It's probably because I care a bit more than he does."

On the table! Rai kept a cover on it so it's still hot. Or maybe Raez did that, but honestly, someone like him seems more like a foil guy.

(What, you don't have the superb skills of telling if someone is a foil person? Mh)

There's not really a name for the dish, but generally, it seems like something Rai'd make? Everything's stir-fried. He put some broccoli, long peas (dunno if that's what it's called but yes), and there's also sliced-up pork and beef alongside carrots and some cabbage. He also fried an egg and put it on top. All of that seasoned with some soy sauce (not too much, presumably Rai'd figured out how much salty Dion can take). The amount's probably around what Rai's evaluated to be Dion's fill, too, though it might not be accurate. And there's a cup of water nearby for Dion if it's too salty or whatever. It might be a bit hard to find though, Rai presumably tried to hide it so Wiley wouldn't find it and put anything except the hydrogen and oxygen that was supposed to be H2O into the drinking liquid.

At the point when Dion's halfway done with his meal, the front door clicks open, and from the narrator's immediate but possibly incorrect view of the hotel room layout, it closes and locks soon after and Rai himself strolls past Dion. Seeing how the other's busy eating, he mostly veers towards the refrigerator he designed with the bags in his hands. 

"Thanks," Rai said, his usual smirk apparently on. Hopefully Dion had gotten more adjusted to it so it didn't look sinister or snarky. "Kinda. I got some fruits." He put some bags down, then set the rest on the table lightly. "Thought you might like them. Those two too. Unless they've left?" His look becomes slightly suspicious as he looks at the (very silent) kitchen.

"Actively ignoring bad feeling," Rai muttered.

"Yep, that's what I mean by actively 'ignoring bad feeling'," replied Rai.

A small smirk. "Thanks. Glad to hear it."
Rai seemed to be waiting for Dion to finish. Maybe to take the bowl and wash it. Maybe some other purpose. 

The moment Dion has cleared the bowl, Rai nudges it to the side and then stared into the young man's eyes just to get the conversation mood going. He somehow managed to not make the gesture look as weird as the narrator is making it sound.
"Okay, so I wanted to let you know. They came over here--I mean they as in not Wiley and Raez--to tell me about a mission that apparently I'm being forced to participate in."

It's naturally weird to answer two questions like that, so Rai chooses to answer one. He smirked and said with enough sarcasm to make himself cringe, "Maybe I'm just too good."

"Shooting things? Infiltration? " he suggested.

"My job," he suggested drily.

"That's pretty much it. Or I just got distracted," he said.

"More or less."

"How is it now?" he asked curiously.