“Thanks.”  But Ilion wasn’t going to take as much as he really wanted.  He had quite a ferocious appetite, and he didn’t want to deprive this mighty hunter of too much of his well-earned food.  There was plenty of other things to sate the outlaw’s appetite if this first meal failed to do so.<br/><br/>He looked up when the larger man reached for something.  Pale eyes lingered, travelling the deep lines of sculpted muscles.  His heart skipped a little.  There was a deep longing to reach out and touch, to let his hands explore as thoroughly as his eyes.  That body would be so very warm.  Warm, yes, and solid.  Ilion hated how tempting he found the other man, and he was torn between lust for Urudal and disappointment in himself.<br/><br/>“So, um…” he began, mostly to jolt himself out of the lust laden fog that had descended in his mind.  “After we get the Sidriel up and running, it might be a good idea to do some more hunting and foraging… stock up on what we can reasonably bring along.”  It would make the first bit of their trip back a little more bearable.  Ilion didn’t want to admit it, but he also kind of found it a shame that such a fine form such as Urudal’s would have to be fueled by the rations they’d have after the fresh food ran out.<br/><br/>It irritated him even more than his attempt to redirect his attention led him right back to Urudal’s body.  A cross look came over him for a moment, and he stretched out on his stomach on the grass before tentatively digging into the hot meat.  It would be harder to ogle the other man from there.<br/><br/>“Maybe you could show me a few things,” Ilion suggested then.  “About hunting, I mean.  I was raised and trained for infiltrating social and political hierarchies, not dense forests filled with game.”  It was stupid of him to show interest in hunting, though.  When, before then, was the last time he’d been in a position to do something like that?  When would be the next?  It might’ve never happened again, but there was still a fascination he had with it.  The hunt… stalking prey, bringing it down…  There was a sense of accomplishment that he got when he finished a job, and he had a suspicion that proper hunting would provide a similar rewarding feeling deep down.