Syn laughed upproariously as she cut into her steak with zeal, "Oh, I still wish I'd been there to see his face, though." She took too large a mouthful of the bloody rare meat, quickly following it while still chewing with a gulp of whatever alcohol had been poured for her, and continued with her mouth still full, "And I keep trying to tell you, Captain, I was planning to let one or two go so I could hunt them...it's not as if there's anyplace to go out here, and the crew wouldn't even notice while they were on shift..."<br/><br/>She cut another large piece of meat off and stuffed it into her mouth aggressively, chasing it almost immediately with another swig of her drink again. In her elegance she spilled little, leaving one to think it's not as though Syn has bad table manners, as it's obvious there's some kind of twisted form to it. Not barbarism, just excess. The way she attacked her food was just another fashion by which Synaerihl expressed the typical hedonism of a dark eldar.<br/><br/>"Besides, I just finished a new-" she cut herself off, looking to where a small glob of pink meat had flown off her fork, as she'd gestured for emphasis, and landed on the upper arm of Darvius' armour. With a casual grace she quickly plucked it off and popped it into her mouth, licking her fingers clean and saying with a teasing smirk, "Mmm, seasoned with extra violence...as I was saying, I made a new net, and got those extra binders, so I think I can handle at least four this time. Or you can have Klaus assign some servitors to me...I could use them to guard captives, then I could even manage some more." she not so subtly hinted, gesturing to the first officer with a nod of her chin.