Mathias smiled at Victor every so often, when they were walking through customs, through the crowds, and grinned when Victor accompanied him to Starbucks. He glanced back at Victor in surprise when he mentioned the airport food, then smiled and said, "What's your favorite meal? Food? Name it." He watched the man, waiting for his answer. He walked up to the counter and ordered a cappuccino before gesturing to a table to sit down. Once Victor had gotten his drink and they were both situated, Mathias looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to answer the question.<br/><br/>He was glad the man hadn't slapped him after he kissed him. Of course, being employed by Mathias' father, slapping the client wouldn't be very good. He sipped his coffee, waiting for Victor to reply, his phone in his hand, hidden underneath the table. Once Victor named his favorite food and anything else Mathias thought of to ask him, Mathias would text the answers to the chef on board the private jet him and Victor would board, and Victor would be able to have a meal worthy of a king. Or prince. Or someone of noble blood.<br/><br/>Mathias hoped Victor would be surprised and enjoy it. It wasn't like Mathias was going to eat anything. He was on a strict diet at the moment. Even the coffee he was drinking would probably be out of the guidelines.<br/><br/>Once Victor answered the favorite food question, Mathias would nod and then ask his favorite drink, dessert, bread, cheese.