Re: Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
Athelstan glanced at the dog that had been named after him. He wasn't sure which it was either, only that it was likely to be one or the other. "And now you have two of us," he said quietly. "There was no one like me when I was with them. Even the others that had been born human had been with them for so long that they no longer had their human qualities. None of them were English and Viking, and no one that came after me was both."
It was lonely, but now he was here, and even if Ragnar was not of two worlds as he was, they still had enough shared history that it didn't leave him feeling like he was on the outside.
As for tips though, he laughed quietly and shook his head. His previous experiences had been brief, with women that he had known for months, but the act itself -- it was a physical release and nothing more, and it left him feeling empty. Vacant inside, like a hollowed out gourd.
"I wish I did," he said as he took one of the little ramekins and the offered spoon. "I miss our honeyed treats," he added, and cleaned off the spoon with a small, quite noise while trying to ignore his double entendre. "Your goods are delicious. Maybe enough to change my mind."