thought he was starving and he began to drool, but he snapped out of it, he wasn't going to give in, despite how much he wanted to give in, still he let out a faked smile and a thumbs up as he stepped to the door, leaving the wine at her bed side, and his full glass still on the table.

"hey, you deserve it, dealing with all of us, besides I don't deserve this wine, someone of such fine taste does, he said, he had figured out she was from a rich family.

he left the room with his shoulders slouched, and his pride (what little he had) broken.