You have to eat now. You even want to eat.
The first spoonful causes you to make a sexual sounding moan as you chew throughout and wash down the bite with a sip of water. You practically beam at him you’re so pleased.
"It’s perfect. Thank you. Thank you so much."
Slowly you make it through almost three quarters of the bowl, making contented little noises the whole way through. It was very thoughtful of him to do this for you. Never would you imagine him making you troll stew, simply because he wanted you to eat. He just accepts your craving.
Now you feel like an asshole.
"The best thing I’ve tasted since Dad’s last kill. My stomach is full signore, I don’t want to push too hard right now. I will eat more later or tomorrow. "
You aren’t really sure how to apologize. It’s not something you’ve done often.
"I’m sorry for acting like a child. I feel insecure and out of place, no excuse, but….sorry."
=> You watch him enjoy himself, pleased with the amount he consumes and pleased with seeing that he doesn’t pick around the vegetables to get at the meat. This will be easier than you thought.
You nod when he says he’s full, taking the rest of the bowl and putting it back in the pot.
"It is all for you and it will keep in the fridge. You may have more later or for lunch tomorrow."
=> You set the pot in the fridge for him to have for later. The apology is unpracticed but good enough to accept and tell he means it. You sigh and sit back down with him.
"Alizar…This is a game for me. You know this yes? There is no reason for you to feel insecure. You and I are playing a game. Together. Which I wouldn’t play with you if I did not have interest in going further with you."