[he's in the middle of taking a bite of that tart and stops. he avoids battle when possible.

that... explains... a lot.]

Hey, you don't get to decide whether I think I owe you or not. Fact is, you've fed me the food from your table. Back in the day, people would kill for--

[for a piece of bread but those words die on his tongue.]

There has to be something. It's been twice now, Sir Priest.