[She's not sure why she agreed, but he's yet to show himself as the ruthless character she recalls from her life as his prisoner. Time here had changed him, truly, it seemed, and perhaps she would see more of it by obliging him in his request.

So, when she meets him, she's taken some time in making herself presentable, and the kiss to her hand is met with a demure smile, followed by a chuckle.]

It would be a strange thing if I had not, do you not think? Though the meals I recall were taken from the sea, I am not sure they could be categorised as 'food'. This promises to be an interesting experience.