His home country had some pretty good food but this is new and different and made by his boyfriend and it's really good and he's really happy.

He is not quite ravenous enough to finish everything—he does not go back for a second bowl of gumbo, even though he liked the first one—but he eats probably twice as much as he would if he had had any other meals since arriving in this universe.

And when he seems to be done Asher will assemble some bananas and sauce and alcohol and then light it on fire.

"...what! What?! I didn't know there was gonna be FIRE!" he says, delightedly. "I love you so much!"

When the flames subside, he spoons out the bananas over ice cream.

"Why would I make you the dessert without fire? --Unless I was making my mom's man-catching beignets."

He giggles. "Why are they called man-catching beignets???"

"Because when you make them for a man he wants to marry you."

"Definitely make me those then!"

But the bananas and ice cream (with FIRE!!!) are very good too. They are delightful. He is delighted.

"I don't know, they seem slightly redundant."

"Well. That's true."

Asher is not going to kiss Tazalkyran until he's done eating because some things are important.

Yes. Very important.

He finishes his ice cream. He smiles at Asher. It's the I-love-you smile.

Then he's going to be very thoroughly kissed.

"You got blood stains all over my floor."

"Yes I did." Kiss. "It was lovely."

"Want to get them all over my bed?"

"Yes."

Then he'll take off his apron, put away the food, put the dishes in the sink, and lie in the bed naked and covered in bandages and already half-hard.

Tazalkyran stands by the side of the bed for a moment, captivated by this spectacle.

"Look at you," he murmurs, "you're fucking gorgeous."

Then he pounces, and wraps a hand around Asher's neck—not choking him, just sort of bringing up the possibility for further consideration—and kisses him passionately.

This is excellent. Asher makes the best boyfriend decisions.

There are still a few tasty places he has so far neglected to bite. He's gonna fix that now. This spot on his shoulder, that spot on his thigh...

(Now that he's not quite so intensely carried away, he almost freezes up a couple of times, expecting in the back of his mind that he's going to run into the curse and fall apart. But he refuses to let that fear get in his way. It's not true. He's okay, he's safe, Asher saved him, he's safe.)

Asher did save him, and Asher is now loudly enthusiastic about bleeding a medically unwise amount.

Asher is the most beautiful amazing person in the world and Tazalkyran is going to suck his dick now. He's less cautious with the teeth this time. Still trying not to do too much damage, but it's all right to hurt him, he's so good when he's hurt.

"When you're done with this," Asher says, "I am going to go get a fairy to be on call to fix things so you can hurt me as much as you want--"

He makes a happy humming noise.

"And right now you should fuck me."

"Mmmm. Good plan."

It feels a little strange, pinning Asher to the bed and knowing Asher could just fight him off anytime he wanted... but it's kind of nice? He likes that this is exactly where Asher wants to be. He'd like to give Asher everything he wants and only things he wants.