[And as it so happens, Julian is fond of seafood himself, and the first bite awakens the hunger in him that had been sliding by unnoticed in the wake of the stress and adrenaline and confusion of their arrival. He casts his mind back in search of the memory of the last time he ate, concludes that it must have been in the palace the night before he was due to hang, and if time has passed in a linear fashion from that very moment to this, he calculates that it has been at least twenty-four hours.

As such, vaguely chastened, he'll even attempt to eat thoroughly rather than politely picking at a few things. If he's obligated to rely on the charity of strangers for the duration of his stay in this strange city, then he ought to take advantage whilst he can. He isn't fool enough to believe that all the other dominants will be quite so obliging.]

Oh it is good, you're right. And this is just some bar, imagine the kinds of delights on offer in some of those upmarket eating establishments. You've hit the jackpot in that respect, haven't you.

[He says in reference to the other man's status, without a trace of rancor.]