[Hendrik grimaces a little at Jasper's agreement with him owing interest, but it's hidden as he tugs his shirt over his head. He should really think of ways to make up for the completely unnecessary silence the past few years.]
Then... Hm.
[He glances back in the direction of the windows in Jasper's room. There's still light out, so it's not terribly late into the afternoon yet.]
Perhaps I can, ah, interest you in a meal?
[It's not quite a pun, so it's not quite the lowest form of comedy, right?]
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Then... Hm.
[He glances back in the direction of the windows in Jasper's room. There's still light out, so it's not terribly late into the afternoon yet.]
Perhaps I can, ah, interest you in a meal?
[It's not quite a pun, so it's not quite the lowest form of comedy, right?]