Bernice
Stammering over her words? It was cute, but a part of the elf felt like he'd might be pushing the envelope a little too far. Or, that could be him worrying too much as usual. He didn't know, she seemed happy enough. That Gemi' was enjoying the attention, but he could be wrong. Artorias just hoped deep down that the vixen would probably say something, to him, if it was too much. Or if something was actually wrong.

When he'd finished planting so many gentle kisses on her face, he watched her face shift colors so dramatically. The color difference was so incredible, he couldn't help the glorious smile that spread along his lips. Showing off those pearly whites, grinning hard, and with immeasurable pride. 

"Alright. I'll be waiting, I need to get dressed anyway."

The man replied, stepping away from her. To turn his back to Gemi, he pulled apart the seam held together by a zipper. Pulling out some clothes, a pair of blue jeans, and a black long sleeve shirt. It was a slim fit, throwing it over his torso, he pulled down after shooting his arms through the sleeves. Oh how it incredible he looked. His arms so thick, and broad. Chest, defined. Yet the shirt hung over his stomach. Leaving some to the imagination. What it looked like underneath. Sliding each leg through his pants, he pulled the jeans up after he threw on some silver breathable boxers. Art's hair was a wild mess, and he didn't have the patience to comb through it. And brush it down. Heating up his wild lions mane, it pulsed with a small wave of heat. Purging the water from it, and leaving his head steaming for a few seconds.

Hearing the door, a few minutes later, crack open. Arty turned, and caught her leaning in. Alerting him to dinner being done, with a nod, he walked towards the door.

"Thank you Darling. You're amazing."

He replied, standing next to her in the hallway. Gesturing forward, for her to lead so he could follow.
Donita
*The vixen would giggle at his compliment, sneaking a peek at his outfit as she took hold of his hand and leading him back down the staircase heading towards the dining area. A small melody humming from her as she led him there.*

"I do hope you brought your appetite, the servants and I will finish and clean up whatever you don't so it doesn't go to waste." *She would say cheerily.*

*She opened the door to a lavish dining area, complete with a large, long table. The table itself was branded with all sorts of meats, sides, vegetables, and all the fixings one would expect to adorn a table of this nature. Gemi would skip ahead to the main seat and pull it out, motioning for Artorias to have a seat.*

"Please sit Master, allow us to serve you this fine meal. Let us know if something is not to your liking. Anything in particular you'd like to start with? Perhaps something to drink?"

*Her sapphire hues closed with a happy smile as she would push him in once he sat down. Her trio of tails would sway softly as she placed her hands in front of her as he sat. Her hands would clap when he would make a request and a servant would fulfill any request he might make. Seamless satisfaction is what she was going for. Though in the back of her mind, she had her own intentions for later on once things had settled down.*
Bernice
She hoped he brought his appetite? Artorias hoped they had enough food, with his magic, eating was hard to maintain. Considering he burnt up most of it, and digested a few hundred times faster than the average person. He grinned, cheekily, stomach growling harshly. As if it was responding to him thinking about the table full of food, prepared for him; and him only. 

As they descended the stairs, so many smells wafted into his nose. The smell of food, freshly cooked, and waiting to be served. Mouth watering, he was eager to sink his teeth into something tasty. Or just something at all. Something he could eat, and properly enjoy. 

"Oh.. Oh my days Gemi, it's incredible."

Speaking in a tone like before, full of awe, and amazement. Eyes gorging down the food, this sight made him even hungrier than before. And allowing Gemi to usher him to his seat, he waited for her to pull it out for him. Giving the wonderful vixen a very soft nod, and a happy smile. He allowed himself to be seated, and pushed to the table. How could he say no to something so delicious? Not knowing where to start, he stated, and stared. Figuring out what he'd want toy eat. This felt like a dream, an unbelievable dream.. One that he's never even dreamt of before.

"Oh.. Oh yes of course Love! A water, please?"

Asking respectfully. Something light would be nice, this all looked like a lot, so he would absolutely be spending an egregious amount of time cleaning every plate. From every morsel of consumables.. He laid his hands on the table, leaning back against the chair. Staring around the dining hall, eyes widening with impressed joy. And yet.. Something felt off. Inside him.

'*Do I deserve this? Am I better to have an opportunity like this?..*'

He unfortunately thought to himself, sure, the elf was an arrogant man. But that only came to himself, as a powerhouse. Living humbly, and within his means- a place like this? It was hard to feel at home, difficult to feel worthy of a chance like this.