Sawyer could not help but feel that she was studying him. He could almost see her making mental notes as she glanced over his figure. He didn't much care to guess what she was collecting about him in her mind, it didn't really interest him. He was more curious to know what she intended to do with this information.

His own gaze never left her face. He was fascinated by her expressions. She seemed guarded and wary on the outside, but the smile on her lips spoke of a friendlier element to her nature.

The words she spoke made his lips curl into a grimace of shock. His half-drawn lids fluttered open with astonishment, fully revealing the impossible darkness of his eyes.

"Does anyone really do that? Starve themselves?" He looked incredulous, as if the idea of denying one's self the pleasure of a meal was so entirely alien to him that he could not even begin to comprehend it. He was nearly brought to laughing over the idea, had it not been so horrifying.

He shook his head and grinned again, breaking off his expression of confusion. "I can't imagine anything more atrocious." And indeed, he couldn't think of a single situation which might bring him to stop eating, even for a little while. His god was a god of hedonism, and beyond that there existed nothing at all.

She introduced herself as Aithne of Iromar, and called him 'shadow'. Shadow. He liked that. A lopsided grin flashed briefly on his dark face, and he struggled to keep it at bay. "You can call me whatever you'd like," he answered honestly, without a shade of irony or insincerity. "But my name's Sawyer."