[Hector's choice of words, as he lies back and suns himself, pulls Isaac's lips into a crooked little half-smirk for a brief moment; and again, looking down at him with hunger of a different sort, he can only admire the hard planes and ridges of a body that has not known idleness.]

I shall know when I see it. [He dries his nose with a swipe of his knuckles, sniffing.] Though what I fancy at this very moment is a cut of slanina alongside fresh-baked bread, olives, and a crisp, sweet onion.

[It's the simple things, all the classic finger foods that could constitute an entire meal on its own, that he craves most. But they'd have to make do with what they could get living off the land - at least until the opportunity to put stealth and swift reflexes to good use presented itself. It's too late in life to feel any shame for stealing when he's already broken more than his fair share of commandments.]

...Would that we should soon happen upon a traveling merchant in need of being relieved of his goods.