"I have found I trust your judgement," he replies, sipping also at his beer - a welcome relief to his throat, after their travels. "Also, your choice in beds. You have yet to lead me astray."

The light in his eyes is clearly evidence that he does not suspect that will be an issue anytime in the near or distance future. After another few swallows of beer, his hunger gets the better of him, and he samples the bread.

The expression that crosses his face, as he takes that first bite?
Very close to some of the expressions that she has put on his features.