Call him paranoid, but he very much doubts there is an option to leave. They'll pay for that dinner, and for the hospitality, no doubt. But it's still hospitality, and dinner, and information of some sort, and he suspects that's a far superior alternative to whatever 'not staying' entails.
Which is, he's guessing, what Joffrey intends. Hei glances at Varrå again, and then shrugs.
The tension leaves his shoulders at the same moment as the inordinately loud sound of his stomach growling permeates the room. He smiles, sheepishly, and reaches up to rub the back of his head.
"I... I'd be honoured to." He swallows, then adds, hastily. "Your Highness."
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Which is, he's guessing, what Joffrey intends. Hei glances at Varrå again, and then shrugs.
The tension leaves his shoulders at the same moment as the inordinately loud sound of his stomach growling permeates the room. He smiles, sheepishly, and reaches up to rub the back of his head.
"I... I'd be honoured to." He swallows, then adds, hastily. "Your Highness."