Mordred cringed at the simple thought, he was sure the food was nice in Greece but he never took more than he needed, when he needed it, that was how they had lived growing up, and he had kept the solemn principal even now.
” —— You have a point, though, sometimes I think he only eats so he can drink more.”
‘I say that I shall take you to my home, the nice warm weather, the beaches, sand and sun and lovely people, and all you talk about is Gwaine’s drinking habits. Mordred you are a strange person if ever I saw one.’
Achilles, having eaten enough for now, turned more towards the other man, focusing on him.
'Not every man gets to go to Greece.’