Henry took note of her taking note of his eating habits. "Once, I had an entire castle's kitchen staff familiar with precisely how I liked everything. Now, I find I must do it myself."
He nodded, savouring the taste of the food. "Yes, I can see how some things have not changed: the masses still crave their gossip and idle talks, especially of those rich and distant. For instance, I could simply remove my shirt and those photographers would likely earn at least two thousand more dollars or a shot."
Thinking it over, Henry found he'd polished off half the salad before replying. "How did you come to meet your husband, the, er, sorceror?"