He would probably stare blankly at Neal if he tried to describe what passed for fancy food in New York but as long as it wasn't still alive and writhing helplessly on his plate, he would be willing to try it. The alive and writhing stuff he would prefer to save for once they start getting desperate around here.

"Don't worry about me. I do too. Sleep through your awakenings. And I would sleep through any other noise you two might wish to make, at any juncture."

Whatever happens betwixt the bungee cords behind closed doors would stay that way. Just saying.