Smiling conspiratorially, "I imagine that your preferences in meat selection are a bit different from his own, if you have a preference I can see what I can supply," he winks playfully at her as they wait. Lean lightly back against his heavy roan horse, he can only laugh quietly to himself as he thinks about stephan whining to be served up some meatm and the odes to hunger that he was surely to sing.<br/><br/>"Think he'll compose a song about not having meat?" he asks, humor quietly tinging his voice.