Kayden ran a hand through his thick hair, and smoothed a bit of it behind his ear. He wasn't nearly as pompous as many nobles, and indeed didn't always feel the need to stand on ceremony. But he was going to dine with a, admittedly very attractive, patron who saw him as a potential gain for her. Seeing as he'd rather be employed than imprisoned, it did well to make at least a competent impression. 

He strode into the room, and immediately he was assailed by various smells of different foods. He breathed them in, closing his eyes and he tilted his head slightly, savoring the aroma. "I haven't eaten in far too long," he said aloud. The Prince found himself seated next to Lady Dulcena, giving her a polite nod, before plopping down and anxiously awaited permission to eat. Oddly enough though, he already found a chicken leg in his hand and some beer down his throat. 

He supposed he'd been in the dungeon far longer than he had thought.