Her answer prompts a sharp little whuff of amusement, but there is nothing patronizing about the long, level gaze he directs toward her. Khoriya understands what it means to refuse to relinquish control.

"Be wary during these festival hours, but your meals should be safe from tampering once this has run its course." A jerk of chin at one of the nearby stalls. "I've encountered no ill effect from the meatballs in that curried sauce, if you've a handle on spice."

...says the wolf who did in fact eat and drink his way indiscriminately through the festival. He's already done his time up on stage, so what does it matter now?