Being pushed up against the wall sure works. Rosinante's eyes go wide as he realizes belatedly he's about to tip but then Soldat is right there to keep him from doing so. While his brow does crease in irritation, he does still have the food on the plate. So it's not all bad.

Still, he has to pretend like he has some amount of dignity, so he gives a snort of annoyance and continues on like that didn't happen. "Knock it off," he grumbles.

But no snapping or anything, that's the worst it'll get as he resumes heading upstairs. Everyone needs to get fed.