"I don't think I could pry Finn from you if I tried, and I don't particularly want to try," He replied, a lopsided smile pulling at the edge of his lips. He didn't reach for Finn's hand but he did slide a leg in his direction, letting the man's finger tips brush his ankle.

"But I admit I would be... very interested in watching you make something. We don't tend to indulge in mortal food often on the surface. When we feast, we feast down here."

Sometimes there were souls involved? He decided not to mention that part.

He could feel that gentle curl of Rey's arousal in his gut, and a little relief slipped down his spine. She felt it too. She had to.