"Dinner was first on my list," he says honestly. "I had some flatbreads for lunch, before I met with your brother, but that was several hours ago."

His eyes wander the rest of her body - she is clothed still, of course, so he is forced to imagine just what might be hiding beneath the folds of linen which she is wearing. (Forced. Such a travesty.) He offers her his hand, stands.

"I stopped at that stall you took me to, got some of those meats that you like. As well as some other things to go with it." Some vegetables, some fruits, more breads. And the beer. "Would my wife join me for dinner?"

She will notice when they reach the table that there are several various sized boxes and bags, wrapped up neatly and piled in a semi-neat stack.