As if to remark on Athos' point, his stomach growls heavily and he gives Athos a somewhat shamed look, lip slipping into a bit of a pouting state. "Not since this morning when I took my first of the drugs," he admits, not moved at all by that icy look. Athos has given him far worse over the years. "There should be some sandwiches in there, from two nights back,' he says, widening his eyes slightly.

"You could feed me and then keep me company by talking?"