[Illidan walked alongside her, subtly letting her lead him to the food. It certainly made it easier to get by without worrying about someone slipping underfoot without notice, since slipping under his feet was a good way of breaking someone else's.

When she addressed him, he turned to her, pulling himself away from glaring at another partygoer who he felt was staring at him a moment too long.]

Hm? It has been quite a time since I have eaten either as an actual meal. [Outside of his bland "cooking to survive" method anyway, if someone actually counted that as a meal.] I believe I will trust your judgement on the matter.