Lord Trevyn compares your stomach to his muscularly-defined abs, "See the difference between your cookies and my meat."
You hope about Levison concernedly, "Please don't roast women. We don't eat other people."
Valeria then drifts to Arlo, "It is quite delicious, moist meat."
Nicolas turns his bandaged stomach at Valeria's words, "Moist... meat."
Valeria amuses herself with Arlo, "Most men are far more... egotistical about their meat and how they do handle it."
Arlo tells Valeria unawares, "If our Lord prepares his meat like this all the time, I'll gladly stuff my face with it."
Levison tilts his head, "Though we will not discuss the fact of how unironic it is that your impalement brings me..pleasure."
Aldur focuses on himself.
Bruno surrounds his orange-glazed slice of cinnamon bread with his thin lips tenderly.
widen my eyes intriguedly at trevyn's sausage
exa trevyn's sausage
You like Orla's words better, "Right, but not about my body. About swords or impaling or other manly things."
> Erik appreciatively inclines his head to Margrat, "I haven't seen him in some time, let alone ever considered I'd be tasting his meat."
Toddia tastes her right breast.