[It really was like a dance. More specifically one to appease an affronted party, who was sick to death of dealing with damned aristocrats, of lumping on the charm to secure their funds or their support for the future. Not that he needed it anymore, but those days and those memories weren't too far behind and Jeremiah had unwittingly served as an unpleasant reminder.

But while he was a petulant man, he wasn't unreasonable. So as Jeremiah signals his agreement, McGillis seems to finally let the matter go.]

Making me work for my meal... that doesn't feel fair at all.

[Although that was a half-hearted complaint at best, as he soothes his hands on either side of Jeremiah's face.]

Seems it would've been less trouble to ask for the fish.