[she might not recognize his accent but he recognizes hers. an easy thing to pick out among this cacophony of unknown voices. it's hard to determine what he's thinking as he looks at her -- or rather, into her. his gaze may as well be piercing into the back of her skull.
he doesn't look back down at the food when she suggests to eat, and it is a suggestion to him. her tone is too gentle for an order. he appreciates that, in his own cryptic way. now that he's aware of the food's contents, he pierces a roasted potato with his fork-
but doesn't make any moves to eat it. the motion is smooth and whatever attention that may be on his utensil he hopes to distract with his words. he wonders if she's aware of the aphrodisiacs and has chosen to eat regardless.]
I've never experienced anything like it. Have you?
omg
he doesn't look back down at the food when she suggests to eat, and it is a suggestion to him. her tone is too gentle for an order. he appreciates that, in his own cryptic way. now that he's aware of the food's contents, he pierces a roasted potato with his fork-
but doesn't make any moves to eat it. the motion is smooth and whatever attention that may be on his utensil he hopes to distract with his words. he wonders if she's aware of the aphrodisiacs and has chosen to eat regardless.]
I've never experienced anything like it. Have you?
[not a yes, not a no.]