Like Capros, the curse had influenced Andronicus in ways that he hadn't originally thought of. Being a tiger he did have quite a healthy appetite as well. Considering his circumstances, though, he usually didn't get the opportunity to indulge himself quite as much. Grinning perhaps for the first time in their meeting as he looked up toward the other, Andronicus nodded. Apparently he agreed with the idea that food was important.<br/><br/>"Well, at least let some of my own coin end up in my own stomach. This food is much better than the sailor's rations I was surviving on only a short while ago." While he didn't eat quite as ravenously as the other, it was obvious that Andronicus was enjoying himself. This certainly tasted much better than the slop that he was served before, and he could eat his fill. Well, no, it wasn't truly his fill, but it was at least closer than what Capros was dealing with.<br/><br/>Capros was entirely correct in his assessment of the situation. Messing with the father of all of Olympus didn't sound like a good idea. Andronicus complained that Dionysus was fickle and odd. He considered himself lucky, though, that the god of wine wasn't going to electrocute him.<br/><br/>"Lightning-y death sounds unpleasant and the two of us pretty much already are both beasts beyond imagination. I say lets go after the fleece." Pausing for a few moments, he thought about the situation before saying anything else. "Can you think of possible motives for taking the fleece? Whoever it is has to be incredibly tough to get through the beasts that guard such relics, so I would have figured that they had nothing to prove."