"Help what, Lady Grantham with her dinner?" he asks, surprised by the request. He's seen the message, of course, but he did not care. "You mistake me for my sister. I'm not the one who likes organising parties."

Not this sort of party, anyway, and what would he bring, a bag of blood? The very concept seems ludicrous to him, with the replicators being so stubbornly uncooperative.