Considering how she'd brought him low once already, he doubted her opponents were ever allowed to die with dignity. But considering the sort of bastards she'd been fighting, they didn't deserve a dignified end.
"It's not bad," he admitted. "Massachusetts was rather like home. Except not in the middle of a centuries old conflict and more extreme climate." He'd never wanted to go to the States either, but beggars couldn't be choosers and his father had friends there who helped him get out of Ireland.
He was being a gentleman and letting her get hers first. Besides, women were always fussy about portions and whatnot. Most men he knew just ate what was put in front of them, and if they were smart, liked it. Or at least, didn't dislike it out loud.
Cath shook his head, chuckling softly. "That would be sort of defeating the point of a good deed?" he pointed out. "I'm not that much a bastard."