It was the first that Eric was hearing about this. His eyes grew dark as he took in the words of his wife. She wouldn't lie to him or make up a story just to see his reaction, that wasn't how she was. With him, anyway.
He waited for her to reach him, then held out his hand to invite her closer. To have her curl up in his lap, if she wished. He knew that's what he wanted.
"I feel underfed." He agreed after a moment, "but nothing else. I don't feel like I'm missing anything."
Strange. He hadn't felt hungry in a long time, certainly not since he'd been in the City. Yet there it was, noticeable now that he wasn't being distracted by his living mirror image. Eric frowned. He didn't like the idea of being forced into anything, and especially not by The City.