Ro’liath turned to the fellow knight, holding his coin pounch in a taloned gauntlet and seemingly studying it’s contents. Except there were none. He looked at Tevruden, offering a sheepish grin, “Got any uh, spare change?” He asked before turning his gaze back to the vendor whom was by now, tapping their foot.


Tevruden shrugs “Of course. It is just extra fun to use those things to tease her. And yes, if she punches me, it just makes the ‘fight’ later more interesting.” 

The elf stabs a big chunk of the fish and leans across the table and stuffs the chunk of fish in the other knight’s mouth. He then stabs one of the brownies in the center of the table with the fork “Payment.” Tevruden mentions before stuffing the brownie into his mouth.

“Yeah see I don’t get that, the fighting thing.” Ro’liath says between chews, pulling different faces and trying to come up with how he felt about the fish. After a moment he decides he in fact, still dislikes fish and swallows. He tries not to pout as one of his brownies is stolen, “I don’t like the idea of hurting Eros. Though now I can’t help thinking if I slug ya will your cup ring-a-ding-ding?” He mutters with a grin.

Ro’liath plucks up another brownie, chowing down on it before going back to the roast. Sans brownies, the roast was probably his favorite, “You should try this, tastes amazing.” He hums, before reaching over with his fork and snagging a piece of meat off of Tev’s plate.

He shrugs, “Do you know that rush you feel when fighting something challenging? It’s that. I would not actually injure Feiyn. I have no desire to go full out herald of the Lich King in bed.” The larger death knight stops eating for a moment and grins. “That depends. Are you going to sweet talk me when you punch me?”

Tevruden reaches over and cuts a large hunk of meat off of the roast, and sets it down on his plate. He pulls off a smaller piece and stuffs it in his mouth chewing. “Not bad. Remind me to get an order of that the next time the waiter comes around.”