He grinned at the pair of us, his eyes holding to Laszlo a little longer. "Finally. Friendly faces." His head tipped, and then he winked at me. "Well, one friendly face at least. Ah, and dinner. Good, I'm famished." "I've just finished," Laszlo said, gesturing toward his seat. "I'll leave you bo—" "You'll do no such thing," Conall scoffed, but he didn't hesitate to take Laszlo's seat, where a fresh plate of food was waiting for him. "Sit down and make conversation, or I'll pluck your feathers out while your back is turned."
