Charlotte glanced up and looked at him upon his request. She took the glass and took a small sip of the wine, it felt amazing as it traveled down her throat and to her stomach, she felt dehydrated, so she wanted to chug the entire glass and another and another, but she had to force herself to stop from doing so, but the thought still lingered in her mind. She could smell the food as it was being brought in, her stomach rumbled as it was set on the table in front of them. She prepared her plate and ate rather quickly, savoring the taste of the meats and the vegetables and bread as it settled in her stomach like it should. She didn't really care how foolish she appeared, she was just glad to finally eat something other then stale bread and week old cheese, which kept her sick often.

When she was finished, she patted her mouth and finished the rest of her wine. "Thank you, sir." She said, remembering to not look away or look down, he didn't want her to and she wanted to, needed to, please him. He seemed harmless enough.