You wouldn't be the first one to admit you were thinking of all the ways you could kill me.

[He laughs, but it's -- well, true. He pours whiskey into Julian's glass and then raises his own to take a drink.]

Ugh, rations. I spent too much time hunting -- and then burning -- my own food to say I have had anything close to fine dining at home.

[Also, he never had the money and the rest of the nobility hated him.]