Jargon had changed from his armor before the banquet, wearing plain clothes to it. He didn't see it necessary to be all dressed up to simply eat. Jargon cleared his throat and grabbed another piece of meat, digging into it. Once that was swiftly gone, he cleaned his teeth out with his claws, getting the meat out still. He nodded and sat back, his tail curled under the table. His tail was easily the same length as his height, so he had a lot of tail to keep out of the way.