"I eat alone." He told the woman simply. "But I'm not in a mood bad enough to boot anyone who's desperate enough to sit at my table." He added as he marched away after his friend.That was likely the closest thing to an open invitation that she was ever going to get from him. He had actually considered taking his food back to his tent, but he knew that once he had it, he'd want to eat it as soon as possible. An extra trip back to his tent didn't appeal to him.

He made his way to the long tent that was being used to house all the dining that went on during the day. The place was already filling up, but it was easy for him to gain entrance due to the rather wide path that opened up for him as he approached. Having his reputation did have its benefits from time to time. He knew Sephiroth would eat in his tent, the man didn't like crowds at all, so he didn't bother trying to locate him. He simply headed for the food, got what he wanted, and stole an empty table in the far corner, where he could observe the goings-on.

As T'vor had predicted, Sephiroth did indeed take his food out with him and carried it back to his tent, but he also carried a second plate. He'd had a feeling that the princess had been sleeping off her drunken stupor all day, and he knew she'd likely be hungry when she'd awoken, so he thought he'd spare her the trouble of struggling through a crowd of people with a headache.

Once he'd reached his tent, he entered and wordlessly left the young lady's food atop his trunk, before settling himself down in a chair quietly and eating his own.