"Yes," he said, a bit muffled as he peered about for bits of lingering meat on the bone.

The food left him pleasantly satiated, and the alcohol doing wonders to help him relax. He was even too content to fluster too much over remark- simply drained the rest of his ale and smacked satisfaction. The leg bone found a new home in the empty pint.

Eleven stretched, then looked back to her with a languid smile. "It feels like a luxury to be able to do things like this. I could happily be a common man for the rest of my life."