"I would imagine that he will be most grateful for the peace and quiet after spending a fair amount of time with your other brother," Skellig admits, looking up from his plate - dinner is a simple thing, a combination of leftovers and other perishables, as to minimize any waste before they leave the Lair.

He smirks slightly as he tears apart a piece of bread.

"Though if you are certain that he will not arrive until morning..." His glance is a hint wicked, as he throws his eyes over to their bed - their packs are neatly stacked at the foot of it. "...Might I suggest we enjoy each other's company after dinner, take advantage of the privacy of these solid stone walls one last time before we travel?"

(That shouldn't need a translation.)