Rex frowned, eyes tracing over Iago's expression as if he could ascertain whether that was a barb at him for even asking. He stared at him, then glanced back at the table. "You were out." He gave Iago's hand a quick squeeze, then disentangled himself so that he could begin setting the table. There weren't any wine glasses-- Rex had forgotten to acquire any, deeming them frivolous. What were they for besides appearances? Not that Rex was unconcerned with appearances, but it wasn't like anybody was going to be dropping by their sparse little home any time... ever. He placed two glass tumblers down on the table and shrugged.

"And no. But I'm getting paid in a few days." So why did it matter? He shooed the cat off the counter and began setting plates down.