[ Essek's eyes slid to that perfect throat, how it looked bared so beautifully for his gaze. And his sharpened eyesight could see exactly where the most delicious vein throbbed the most, beguiling and sweet; he was utterly sure that the blood that lay at the gateway would taste like oranges and cinnamon spice, like home on a cold autumn evening.

For a moment hunger overtook him; he had not fed but he planned on later.

A lie would suffice. ]

I have a very light appetite, I did eat a little something before leaving my room-- I am very self conscious tough and do not enjoy eating in front of others, so I rarely do not.

[ He would use the excuse that Drow had some primative eating habits, that would work ]

And you must call me 'Essek', please since we know each other fairly well now..

[ He motioned toward the library and then the portrait with an elegant hand ] We should dispense with the formalities, Chathiu--