Bruno stared absent mindedly at the well dressed person in front of him. The large-haired man seemed to be no cause of concern for the ghoulish axeman. The man in front of him said something that Bruno didn't quite understand.

Bruno finally looked down at the tiny morsel of food in front of him. It would have been the first freshly prepared meal Bruno had seen in at least a century. For some odd reason, this place began to awaken a decency that had long forgot itself in his mind. And so, Bruno the Undead Axeman attempted to daintily lift up the fork and place the delicacy into his rotten mouth. 

Three seconds later, the plate was on the floor. Curses! 
Bruno had essentially scooped up the plate, and with the lifting of his fork flipped the plate over and sent it onto the fine carpet. Bruno groaned angrily and flailed his arms around at his complete lack of control. This wouldn't have happened if he had just had his axe. Where was his axe, anyway? He though of getting up to look for it, but the strange atmosphere of this place convinced the single minded brute that it would appear if he simply waited. What ended up happening was that he continued to look in what could be translated as disappointment at the ruined "meal." 

It wouldn't be out of Bruno's character if he simply went under the table to eat the entree as is. He was a dungeon dwelling undead minion: he wasn't a picky eater. But no, he was confined to his chair with some strange spell. (Although Bruno did not recognize it to be a spell.) So he simply sat, arms hanging at his side, staring at the carpeted floor below.