"You're welcome," he moved to sit in his chair and nodded thanks to the cook and maid. He wasn't used to being served food as he didn't eat when he was at the castle and anytime he was at the pub he usually just had a drink. It looked delicious.
Placing his own napkin in his lap he smiled over at Gabrielle, "I have no doubt that I will." Picking up the carving knife he sliced a few pieces of roast and placed one each on his and Gabby's plates. "So, when does Domenic get home usually? He seems busy these days," he poked a piece roast and brought it to his mouth. "Wine?" he asked, picking up the pitcher and pouring some into his glass.