As Louis was raised in a very upper-crust home, he was brought up on a very strict code of manners (is that a thing; code of manners? Ah screw it, it is now). There were strict ways to do things, and things that you strictly couldn't do. Bodily noises were one such thing. However, that was normally...urg...gas expelled from either the mouth or rear (gah! Such a ghastly image). The cries of a person's stomach were a little different. First of all, you couldn't tell it was going to make that noise until it actually happened, and even then you couldn't stop it any more then you could stop your own heart from beating though shear force of will. Secondly, it didn't release any offensive gas into the air. While the upper class may be complete snobs, at least they weren't completely unreasonable

With that in mind, Louis opened up his bag and pulled out a gourmet breakfast sandwich, wrapped up in cloth to keep it clean. "You shouldn't embark on such a quest without eating [i]something[/i]" he said while holding it out to the girl with the noise stomach. Suddenly, his brain finished processing what his mouth had just said and panicked "d-d-d-d-d-don't misunderstand I'm only doing this so you don't e-e-e-embarrass yourself! As a n-n-n-n-n-noble, it is my duty to fix such obvious mistakes before me if it is within my power to do so" he claimed, his cheeks tomato red "really! It's not because I think you're pretty or anything, that's simply absurd, get such thoughts out of your head!"