[It's not mundane enough he thinks. The air doesn't smell thick with aphrodisiac, yet the food could very well be clouding his judgement. A persisting thought crept into his mind, how he hadn't eaten in days; perhaps longer. The last decent meal felt like a fade memory making the smell, and appeal, all the greater.]
Bit wasteful to poison. [Another survey of his guest eases reprehension. She seems- alright. Keen enough to know this places has tricks far up its sleeves.
Curiosity is cause for examining the buffet closer, shoulders hunched forward and eyes narrowed on a basket of rolls. Hot and buttered, the steam rising off them much like the rest of the hot dishes.]
No doubt it is some trap. [A beat, his attention returned to her.] Name's Heine, you?
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Bit wasteful to poison. [Another survey of his guest eases reprehension. She seems- alright. Keen enough to know this places has tricks far up its sleeves.
Curiosity is cause for examining the buffet closer, shoulders hunched forward and eyes narrowed on a basket of rolls. Hot and buttered, the steam rising off them much like the rest of the hot dishes.]
No doubt it is some trap. [A beat, his attention returned to her.] Name's Heine, you?