His only comment, which doubles as confirmation, is an indignant snort right before he takes another bite of the raw turkey leg he's currently in the process of devouring — but he's doing so slowly. Eating at a 'human' pace wasn't what Saiyans normally did, and he'd never seen Kakarot bother to do so, but unlike that low level son of a grunt, Vegeta was a prince. He didn't always show it, but he had manners and he knew how to use them, he was just highly selective about where and when he chose to use them.

There were scorch marks on the side of her house from the damage the chamber sustained this morning, debris lying all over the yard, a hole in her bedroom wall from where he'd lashed out at her... The least he could do was chew with his mouth closed and eat like something other than the barbarian most believed him to be.