“He’s not the only one who appreciates my love of food. I mean, you might consider how well I’ve trained you.” He arched a dubious eyebrow, and his voice could hardly have been more sarcastic. “Excuse me?” Luc chuckled from his chair, chin on his hand, as he watched us with obvious amusement. “Oh, I got this one, Sentinel. Liege, respectfully, you had this meeting catered.”
