“Are you not hungry?” I ask. “Ah, well.” He shrugs, sets aside his fork, and begins fastidiously wiping his fingers with a linen napkin. “I never have much appetite after one of my little fits. But no fear! Lawrence will surely pry my mouth open and force something down my throat at some point.” “Indeed, sir!” Lawrence’s voice, distinctly offended,
He's such a diva 😂😂😂
