Careful, his eyes were on her as he waited to see how she liked the meal. It was not much, but he had come to enjoy it, so he hoped that she would too. The moment her expression changed and the praise was made he allowed himself to enjoy a spoonful or two.<br/><br/>“There are a few ways to catch them, though I prefer the use of a net. It requires a bit more patience, but that way when you catch them there is less chance of them damaging themselves or losing any of the feathers. Which I use to fletch my arrows with,” he explained as he dipped his bread into the stew. “I think I am going to have to cook for you every night,” the comment meant to be more of tease. Something friendly and relaxed given all that had transpired and the tension that was felt between the two of them, as it were he had caught himself several times eying her robe; A part of him more than wishing for it to just fall from her form, a form that he missed so much it was a literal pain.<br/><br/>“Maybe I could cook you something and leave it by your door? That way you have it for the following day?”<br/><br/>Yes, he wanted to make this escape thing a regular thing, but he knew that it was not going to be possible and he was not about to make her feel trapped, smothered or obligated for them to meet again. This one night, was like heaven to the damned, water to the thirsty. If it would be the only one for a long time to come, then he would have to learn to survive on the memories and emotions that were built from this one meeting. To thrive on the looks they shared, the words they exchanged.<br/><br/>It may have been a poor substitute for what they both wanted, but it would do whatever, he would endure anything at all for her.