Set's eyes lingered on the kitchen door for a moment longer before bringing his gaze back to Chance, piggybacking off of the others' questions regarding food. "Most drinking establishments tend to offer food as well as ale. The question I'd like to ask is: How does one order food? I cannot tell, Chance, if you are a patron here as well, or an employee. If the former, how do we get the owner's attention...preferably<i>without</i>scaring her?" His gaze hardened on her as he asked his query. The way she spoke so nonchalantly about torturing Errol to her bare wits bothered him some. He knew there were many inhumans who preyed on the meek, but if this establishment was supposed to be a ground where no one was to be physically harmed, then that's just abuse of the loophole. Emotional and mental harm can be far more damaging than the physical. Why Errol stuck around with the fae consistently present, though, was an answer far beyond him, and not one he was willing to ask the seductress. Though, from the information provided, he doubted the owner would answer to his curious mind either.