[Maybe an attempt to keep "slow" the operative word, Victor won't say more once Yuuri is eating his food. It's also because he doesn't want the man to sputter and choke if he said something scandalous, again. Playing nice, he'll put another spoonful to his mouth and savor it as he watched Yuuri. Changing the subject, he'll curiously ask.]

Mmn, do you ever have, how do I put it..? [he'll lick his lips idly, thinking]

Memories from tasting something? You forget a moment for a while and then a flavor or smell brings it back--?