[He really has no idea what she means when she mentions 'stew person.' Truth be told, it seemed like there were more important things at hand than food. And again, the whole pact with Angelus... Caim's rediscovering his humanity all over again without the dragon near his person, but... It's not just an emotional kind of discovery now, either. He's not sure which he might have preferred—physical or emotional. Both seem like cracking vulnerabilities to him.
Dark eyebrows knit together as he considers how to better answer her.]
"I ate whatever there was. I did not often travel with my men. I suspect they were more the sorts for rations." [A luxury the prince couldn't afford, evidently. No. He supposed his interest was more in trying to keep Arioch from attempting to eat him.]
[He's still contemplating all of it as she continues and humours him, which he seems to like. Easier to get people talking about themselves than him divulging information about the world he's come from or the kind of person he is. The more she says, however, the more he's looking at her... Well. He knows he's been underestimating people, but this is ridiculous. What's a woman doing in such a situation? How could she have ever found herself there? Why didn't she lose herself in more... appropriate things suiting her? He's trying to picture delicate Furiae in her position, doing those same various feats that Angela's accomplished and he just... can't.
Of course, if Furiae ever heard him call her delicate, he didn't doubt that she'd throw a tantrum.]
"You appear to be serious." [While perhaps not allergic to humour, Caim doesn't sense that she'd joke about something like this. He shakes his head.] "Those are no such proper pastimes for a woman."
[Archaic times strike again. Caim is going to end up getting beaten up by ladies if he keeps that up.]
DON'T WORRY ABOUT ITTTTTTT.
Dark eyebrows knit together as he considers how to better answer her.]
"I ate whatever there was. I did not often travel with my men. I suspect they were more the sorts for rations." [A luxury the prince couldn't afford, evidently. No. He supposed his interest was more in trying to keep Arioch from attempting to eat him.]
[He's still contemplating all of it as she continues and humours him, which he seems to like. Easier to get people talking about themselves than him divulging information about the world he's come from or the kind of person he is. The more she says, however, the more he's looking at her... Well. He knows he's been underestimating people, but this is ridiculous. What's a woman doing in such a situation? How could she have ever found herself there? Why didn't she lose herself in more... appropriate things suiting her? He's trying to picture delicate Furiae in her position, doing those same various feats that Angela's accomplished and he just... can't.
Of course, if Furiae ever heard him call her delicate, he didn't doubt that she'd throw a tantrum.]
"You appear to be serious." [While perhaps not allergic to humour, Caim doesn't sense that she'd joke about something like this. He shakes his head.] "Those are no such proper pastimes for a woman."
[Archaic times strike again. Caim is going to end up getting beaten up by ladies if he keeps that up.]