Eleven hummed agreement, nodding. Once the edge of his hunger had worn off, he slowed down to eat at a more sedate pace- content to simply enjoy something filling and flavorful alongside good drink and good company.

The gentle wind on the water, spread black beneath them and reflecting the city lights certainly made for an excellent atmosphere- things he enjoyed usually, now made better.

"It's perfect," he said, breathing contentment. "Usually call it a night when I get hungry, but if ever you want to again sometime, I'd be happy to."