"...maple syrup?" It sounded like some foreign food to him, but he decided it wasn't in her best interest to poison him and gave it a shot. Two pancakes slathered in the viscous goop she'd specified and he found a spot to sit and try something new.

He wasn't sure what sound it was he made when he tried his first bite, but it certainly wasn't a sound he'd made before. She was right about one thing: these pancake things were amazing, he'd never tried something so sweet before. Even the sweet breads he'd snatched off others or that Jezebel had given him because he no longer wanted it or because it had been given to him by some woman who fancied him, hadn't tasted near as good.

"Wow..." He actually didn't know what else to say. Being caught actually enjoying something wasn't what he was used to. He always drew the short straw, not the one covered in sugar. It made him pay a little more attention to her, although it didn't really earn her any trust points. Just bonus points that put her above the other assholes he'd met.

"Who'd you say you were, again?"