[ Howl nudges the cart closer to the edge of the bed with his foot, so that Misa can easily reach anything on the platter of food, while he pulls the foil wrapping the champagne's cork and pulls on it. It pops loudly, and Howl can't help but flash her a gleeful little smile, like he's inviting her to take as much simple pleasure in the cork popping as he did. ]

Ah, I usually abstain from food and drink while I'm transformed. [ and yeah, this means he didn't eat anything for five days straight in Godsblood. haha...ha. ] But, I believe you... the prison food did not exactly look appetizing.

[ Howl pours the champagne into two flutes set beside the platter and passes one to Misa by the stem, his newly long, sharp black nails clinking on the glass softly. ]

You can't imagine how relieved I am to put that affair behind us. What a miserable mission we were given, in every sense. I'd rather by drinking champagne in Achamoth with a pretty girl.