Mirza smirked a little, "I hate sheep so hey, we're alright. I only tried it as an honoring my heritage kind of thing." Never again was he going to do that. Blood sausage was right out. He had way too many heritages to think about... Honestly, he just watched her go, taking in the view quite happily and grinning to himself. He could watch Kami walk all day.
"Sounds fine to me as long as there's wine," he agreed easily. Seriously, Mirza was easy in more ways than one. Food was one of them. Alcohol was another. Sex was another and the largest factor. Quietly he slipped off the couch and snuck towards the kitchen trying to be as quiet as possible... If she didn't have a knife in her hands, he was going to see how close he could get to her to surprise her.