"Well it's not the worst thing I've tasted, that's for damned sure. Now make some space."

With a gentle slap to her calves so she'll draw her legs up for a moment, he slides back across the bedding so he can sit against the wall - can feel the low vibration of noise from the main hall through it. Settled, he pulls her legs easily into his lap. Pinches her just above the knee. "Suppose we couldn't make it a rule to only fetch things for people from time periods with a certain level of hedonism to them, could we?"