I've noticed that everything here tastes of nothing, though. How can you enjoy food when it tastes so poorly?

[Not that he plans to stop eating it, of course. He's had a massive appetite since his starvation, because he never knew when he would get a chance to have his next meal. Leaning in to brush a nuzzled kiss against her neck, he presses the warmth of his back against her, leaning back only for a smoke and a drink.]

You going to work me like a horse, hmm?