A few hours and we'll be all skin and bones. [ Not really, and he's definitely being dramatic; even a day without eating won't bother him. He visibly droops, sliding to the uncomfortable floor, hooking one arm over his knee. ]

I didn't do anything. They just don't like my handsome face. [ He grins at her, a little flirty. ] What about you? Did some nefarious crime get you thrown in here?