As he felt the blow of the rolling pin against his back, a feeling of victory as he grabbed the kitchen counter before he hit his head and fell onto the floor. The left side of his visible to Max's view, a blatant smile playing on his face. "Looks like you fell for it... Master." Rimion said, a cocky laugh flowing from his lips. "I may not have won this game just yet, but it's too soon to say I know how to get what I want from you." Enjoying his little moment of victory, he finally turned to Max.<br/><br/>"But I guess I could share some of the food I took the night before. Besides, it's not like I planned on finishing it off." He scratched his right ear, thinking on the leftovers he brought with him. It should still have been cold. What is left of it, anyway. He had skinned and roasted a chicken, made some soup with vegetables and potatoes, and some fresh bread to go with it all. Of course, starving was never something he had not done before. Even Arin and his past masters has starved Rimion on many occasions. Like most things, it was something his body just used to. And besides, it isn't like Max would have felt guilty about eating the man's food. Nor would Rimion have really worried about it much. "And another thing, I can't help what I like. And if you try other things and I end up liking them as well... Eventually, you'll have no more surprises... Nothing will be a surprise anymore. Why not tell what I like and spare you the trouble of always needing to surprise me?"