Capros offered a small, rough laugh when Andronicus said that he wasn't one to eat this well. "Food's important," he said with a shrug, "most of my coin ends up going to my stomach." As the food was laid out on the table between them, the sailor dug into his portion, pausing between bites to speak fragments out. It wasn't that he was wholly boorish in his eating habits, he was just hungry. He was usually hungry, though he never seemed to gain weight, his wiry frame a sign that when he so feasted, he was feeding more than just his human body.<br/><br/>"I had heard something about the fleece," he began, "but you know as well as I that there are beasts beyond imagination to guard such divine relics." He paused for a moment, taking a breath before going on. "As for Zeus' daughter... I'm happy to say I've heard nothing. Zeus is best not bothered, I find." Capros leaned back in his chair, trying to fool himself into feeling full. This was an aspect of his curse that he was certainly not pleased with. "So... We can try to figure out what manner of being could make their way to the fleece unharmed... Or we can trifle in the affairs of Zeus, father to all gods." He looked down, weighing his options as empty dishes stared up at him. Eventually... "I say we seek the fleece, or at least its old resting place. I'll take unknown dangers over certain, lightning-y death. What say you?"