Kutur didn't answer for a few seconds. His head swam with questions. What did she mean by 'handsome'? How did she know he had been to Constantsea? Were there even restaurants in the city yet? He remembered with a hint of embarrassment that he was quite visibly wearing a bag slung over his shoulder of Constantsea make. It would be silly for anyone to think he hadn't been there recently. "Sure, something to eat sounds nice . . . " he said, though not enthusiastically. The bag was full of texts granted to him by his masters. Some of them were even his own essays and research, although under his human name, Alexius. All, however, his masters expected him to illuminate and provide counterarguments for. It'll be a task worthy of a titan, and Kutur would have preferred to begin work immediately. Still, he should enjoy his last day out before secluding himself with his work, and this might provide just the right sort of escape. "Do you know a place? Is there even a place?"